33. SOUR DESIRE

ANASTASIA’S POV "Ana. Anastasia, darling! Baby, wait!" I heard my mother call as I ran toward the door and swung it open. There he was, worry etched deep into his features. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to hit him for keeping me in the dark all this time, or kiss him because I missed him so much it hurt, or hug him because I needed to know what happened to his real parents. I just stood there, tears streaming down my face. He took a step forward, and I instinctively stepped back until the door closed behind him. I noticed his gaze linger on my parents, who were probably standing just behind me. "Sweetheart, what happened?" he asked, and I almost melted into his arms. I blinked rapidly, looking away. "Is it true?" I asked instead. "True?" He looked confused, glancing at my parents. "Anastasia, we can explain. We didn’t mean to hide it from you," my mother said gently from behind me. "She knows. She knows you aren’t real cousins," my father added, sighing. Isaac’s gaze dropped