Anastasia looked at her mother, a broken expression on her face, "You... didn't plan on coming back..... You met me... and told me that... you loved me.... and never planned on coming back!" She felt numb as she stared at her mother. How could she do that? Be alive and choose to never see her again. Anastasia was heart broken and she stood from her seat and turned and left the room, sobbing. She didn't get far before she had to stop and lean against a wall. She slid to the ground and sat there. As mad as she was at her mother for pretending to die, it hurt worse knowing that she was fine with just leaving her behind.