“Why are you determined to find the woman from that incident five years ago?” Anastasia’s eyes were filled with curiosity.
Elliot did not know how to explain it to her, but no matter what, he could not quell the urge to find her.
All of a sudden, Anastasia’s tears began to stream down her face. She covered her mouth as an overwhelming wave of emotions washed over her.
“Anastasia, what’s wrong? Did I do something? I’m sorry.” Elliot was frantic. Despite not knowing what he could have done, he was certain that he must have done something to make her cry.
However, Anastasia’s tears flowed even harder once she heard what he said. She cried so profusely that she began to hiccup.
No one would know what she was going through right now. She finally found relief from the thoughts that had chained her down for nearly six years. The vision
of that terrible beast of a man that she had concocted in her heart had changed to the man in front of her.
He was no beast!
Only the gods would know how incredibly freeing it felt to have the burden of these torturous thoughts and feelings lifted off her shoulders.
Elliot was beside himself with worry, but Anastasia threw herself into his arms and spoke with a teary voice, “Thank goodness it was you. I’m glad it was you.. As long as it’s you… it’s not that bad after all.”
He pulled her into an even tighter embrace. However, he had no idea what he could do to comfort her. Her sorrow seemed to stem from somewhere deep within her soul, and he hated that he did not know her enough to understand what was happening to her.
Even though he could not make out what her words meant, he felt she really needed him.
“Anastasia, could you tell me what’s happening?” he asked as he gently stroked the back of her head.
Finally, Anastasia pushed him back a little before explaining it all to him.
“Do you think Jared looks like you?” She looked up at Elliot and asked.
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