Instinctively, Anastasia turned her head—and froze.
Standing in her line of sight was an elderly woman, eyes brimming with tears and face full of emotion. It was her grandmother.
Mrs. Brennan was flanked on either side—her aunt Winni holding a photo album to the right, and her cousin Juliet supporting her on the left.
Winni’s expression darkened the moment she spotted Anastasia, but Juliet’s eyes lit up, her face breaking into a look of pure delight.
“Anastasia!” she called out.
Anastasia managed a small smile for her, then looked back at her grandmother in the center.
She hadn’t expected to run into her grandmother here, so suddenly and unprepared.
Sensing the stiffness in her palm, Harrison gently squeezed her hand, reassuring and steady—a silent promise of support.
Anastasia glanced up, meeting the depth and warmth in Harrison’s eyes. She smiled at him, feeling herself calm just a little.
Her grandmother’s eyes were red as she gazed at Anastasia, lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught somewhere between her heart and her tongue. The sight made Anastasia’s own chest ache.
After a brief hesitation, she released Harrison’s hand and stepped forward.
She had barely taken two steps when her grandmother broke free from Juliet’s gentle hold and hurried toward her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Tears spilled over as she cried out—
“My Ana…!”
Despite the years, her grandmother’s hug was just as warm as it had been when Anastasia was a child. Anastasia’s nose tingled, and she wrapped her arms around her in return. “Grandma…”
“Oh, my Ana…” The old woman’s eyes overflowed as she looked her up and down, voice trembling. “You’ve gotten so thin. Haven’t you been eating?”



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