Lucas and Lina arrived at Stamos Hotel later that evening, the bustling lobby filled with guests coming and going. They made their way up to Anastasia's room, their footsteps echoing softly in the corridor. As they entered, they found Anastasia sitting on her bed, her expression distant, lost in thought.
"Anastasia, sweetheart, is everything alright?" Lina asked, her voice soft with concern as she approached her daughter.
Anastasia looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and apprehension. "I... I'm not sure, Mom," she admitted quietly. "I'm confused."
Lucas knelt down beside her, his gentle gaze meeting hers. "It's okay to feel that way, Anastasia," he said reassuringly. "Moving to a new place can be daunting, but we're here to support you every step of the way."
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