Stepping out, Savannah was immediately struck by the eerie silence. Unlike the lively restaurant below, this floor was empty. The dim lights cast long shadows across the hallway, and there was a strange, suffocating stillness in the air.
Her pace slowed as she took in her surroundings, a sense of unease creeping in. Just as she was about to turn back, a voice broke the silence.
"Ms. Savannah."
She spun around, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the woman in front of her. Clad in a sharp black suit, the woman exuded a calm, professional air, but there was something inscrutable in her gaze.
"Please, follow me."
Savannah hesitated for a moment.
Noticing her reluctance, the woman reassured her, "Don't worry. She had sent me. You don't have to be scared."
Savannah clenched her jaw, her fingers balling into fists.
Scared? No, she wasn't scared. But something about this whole situation felt... wrong.
Still, she nodded and followed the woman.
They walked down the long hallway in silence until the woman finally halted in front of a large wooden door.
She turned the handle and pushed the door open wide.
"Please, she's waiting inside." the woman instructed with calm voice.
Savannah stepped in, her heart racing as she crossed the threshold. The door clicked shut behind her.
Face to Face with Anastasia
At the far end of the spacious room, a woman lounged on a plush leather couch, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. A glass of rich, deep red wine rested in her hand, gently swirling as she took a slow sip.
The soft lighting created shadows that danced across her face, but there was no mistaking who she was.
Anastasia.
Savannah's breath caught in her throat, her whole body freezing for a moment.
This was it.
The truth she had been dodging. The woman she had been desperately searching for.
And now, at last, she was here.
The Truth Unfolds
The air in the private room was thick with unspoken words, the dim lighting casting shadows over both women as they sat across from each other. Savannah's heartbeat drummed in her ears, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie as she tried to mask her nervousness.
Anastasia.
Her long-lost friend. A woman she had once trusted with everything, only to have that trust shattered in the aftermath of her wedding. It had been years since their last encounter, yet here they were again, facing each other, with the weight of something unknown hanging between them.
"Long time no see?" Anastasia finally broke the silence, swirling the deep red wine in her glass. Her voice was smooth, unreadable, like she already knew where this conversation was headed.
Savannah pressed her lips together before offering a curt nod. "I know, right?" she said, her tone laced with forced casualness.
But she wasn't here for pleasantries.
"Tell me what happened?" Anastasia leaned forward slightly, placing her glass on the side table.
Savannah frowned. "How did you know something had happened?"
Anastasia's lips twitched, as if she had been anticipating that very reaction. "I knew something would happen," she said matter-of-factly, her dark eyes fixed on Savannah with a careful intensity.
Savannah felt a tightness in her chest at those words. "Do you know something I don't?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper, tinged with uncertainty.
"It depends," Anastasia replied, her face betraying no emotion. "If you're open to believing what they say."
Savannah took a sharp breath. That was the real question, wasn't it? Did she truly want to believe?
For days, she had been battling the nagging unease in her heart, trying to convince herself that her life was genuine, real, that the love she shared with Blaze was authentic.
But deep down, there had always been a sense that something was... off.
Her mind drifted back to the moments spent with Blaze—the way he looked at her, the way he held her close, the way he always seemed to know just what to say and do. Their love felt flawless, their life together seemed perfect.
Was it too perfect?
She balled her hands into fists, staring at them as she fought against the emotions surging within her. Was she truly ready to face the truth?
The weight of it all crashed down on her. She had been avoiding this moment, this truth, terrified of what it might uncover. But now...
She was done with fear.
Lifting her head, she locked eyes with Anastasia, a new resolve shining through.
"Tell me," she said, her voice steady. "I'm ready for the truth now."
Back at the Hotel
Savannah stumbled into her hotel room, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. The moment the door clicked shut, she let out a shaky breath, her vision blurring as the dam inside her finally burst.
Her chest heaved, a raw sob escaping her lips as she sank to the floor, curling up against the bed. With trembling fingers, she fumbled for her phone, unlocking it with unsteady hands. She scrolled through the screen, almost in a panic, until her eyes landed on the one thing that could completely shatter her.
Her child.
Theodore.
The little boy whose laughter used to fill her home, whose tiny hands once clung to hers with unwavering trust, whose absence left a gaping wound so deep she feared she might never heal.
And now...
Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the photo—his bright, innocent eyes staring back at her. She could still hear his voice echoing in her mind, remember how he used to call her name, and feel the warmth of his small arms wrapped around her.
A gut-wrenching cry escaped her lips as she held the phone tightly against her chest, swaying gently as if clinging to the last remnants of him could somehow ease the unbearable pain.
But it didn't.
If anything, it only deepened her suffering.
Tears poured down her cheeks, hot and relentless, her grief filling the room like an oppressive weight. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, trapping her in her anguish, suffocating her with the harsh reality she had desperately tried to avoid.
Everything... everything she had ever believed in... was a lie.
Her hands gripped the sheets as her cries faded into silent, agonizing gasps. She longed to scream, to break something, to wipe away the last few days—no, the last few years—just to return to the moment before she ever dared to question anything.
Because the truth?
The truth was far more brutal than the comforting illusion she had been living in.
And now, she had no idea how to cope with it.
Author's Note :
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