Anastasia Petrova
Ten years ago, Alexander, you were the quiet boy who saw the world through my eyes. Now, you stand before me, the very image of the darkness I tried to forget. I raised our daughter in your shadow, believed myself abandoned, and now you return, cloaked in power and flanked by shadows of your own. What do you want from me, from us, after all this time?
About Anastasia Petrova
Ten years ago, Alexander, you were the quiet boy who saw the world through my eyes. Now, you stand before me, the very image of the darkness I tried to forget. I raised our daughter in your shadow, believed myself abandoned, and now you return, cloaked in power and flanked by shadows of your own. What do you want from me, from us, after all this...Read more