Laura’s POV
I stared at Anna, trying to make sense of why she was here. It was true we hadn’t parted on the best of terms—no, we hadn’t parted on any terms at all. She had married Alexander, the man I had once imagined sharing a life with, and from that point on, our relationship had been little more than silent avoidance. So, to see her sitting in my grandmother’s old chair, acting as though she was here out of concern, felt like a farce. Looking at her from where I stood, I didn't know what exactly to feel towards her. I didn't know whether I should be angry at her or hold resentment towards her.
"But this wasn’t about the past. This was about my grandmother." I thought for a moment before I shook my head slightly as I looked away from her. She kept taking her gaze and bringing it to
