Chapter 377: Feed His Him Balls?
In her hands was a gun that was pointed at them. However, she dropped it, not minding the guns pointed at her.
She slowly walked towards Anastasia with slow and countable steps, tears pooling in her eyes, her body trembling as if she was freezing.
When she reached Anastasia, she gently cupped her cheeks as her tears fell. "You’re Anastasia?"
Anastasia couldn’t bring herself to reply. Her saliva was stuck in her throat, nearly causing her to choke. This was supposed to be a harmless escape without her identity being figured out by anyone, especially by a family member.
Her feet felt glued to the ground, and even the simplest task of walking or reacting became an insurmountable challenge.
Tracie’s hands were still on Anastasia’s face, then she slowly moved them to her hair, picking the strands of the brown hair and watching it flow down her fingers.
Tracie’s hands were shaking, her lips trembling as her gaze landed on Anastasia once again.
"You’re Anastasia?" She asked once again, but Anastasia still couldn’t bring herself to reply. It was like time had stopped, and the faint sounds of the gunshots had completely disappeared.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, but she was suddenly moved to tears. Tears pooled in her eyes, tears she wanted to hold back and that alone gave Tracie the reply she needed.
Without wasting a single moment, Tracie hugged Anastasia so tightly she gasped for breath. The hug felt familiar. It was warm. It was safe. It was everything she thought she didn’t need, everything that led her to decide not to go back to her family.
Even without remembering a single thing about Tracie, she felt this unspeakable bond that led her to wrap her arms around Tracie, and without warning, she sobbed so painfully Tracie could almost feel the pain she’d been going through.