Chapter 190

After that incident, Anna was totally out of it. Once she got back, she just kind of shut down—zoned out and slumped around like a deflated balloon. I mean, who could be chill after nearly getting mugged at gunpoint? You'd have to be a robot. Everyone at the Blake house could see she wasn't herself. Even the usually hyper Snowy went unusually quiet, curled up with the leather couch and chewing away at his toy. Julian had been super worried. He asked a bunch of doctors for advice, until Megan casually dropped a "PMS syndrome" diagnosis. That finally got him to stop freaking out. So yeah, he basically started pampering her with food and snacks like she was royalty or something. Anna spent her day snug in bed, sneakily watching some artsy movie while chatting with Sandra in the most shameless way. "Dude, look at this chick's legs! And her boobs? Next level," Anna messaged. Sandra replied with a sweating emoji. "Girl, that chest is soooo fake." "Fake or not, it's still worth looking at," A