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Chapters (98)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Who’s Who in Anna K(in order of appearance)
  5. Part One
  6. I
  7. II
  8. III
  9. IV
  10. V
  11. VI
  12. VII
  13. VIII
  14. IX
  15. X
  16. XI
  17. XII
  18. XIII
  19. XIV
  20. XV
  21. XVI
  22. XVII
  23. XVIII
  24. XIX
  25. XX
  26. XXII
  27. XXIII
  28. XXIV
  29. XXV
  30. XXVI
  31. XXVII
  32. Part Two
  33. I
  34. II
  35. III
  36. IV
  37. V
  38. VI
  39. VII
  40. VIII
  41. IX
  42. X
  43. XI
  44. XII
  45. XIII
  46. XIV
  47. XV
  48. XVI
  49. XVII
  50. XVIII
  51. XIX
  52. XX
  53. XXI
  54. XXII
  55. XXIII
  56. XXIV
  57. XXV
  58. XXVI
  59. XXVII
  60. XXVIII
  61. XXIX
  62. Part Three
  63. I
  64. II
  65. III
  66. IV
  67. V
  68. VI
  69. VII
  70. VIII
  71. IX
  72. X
  73. XI
  74. XII
  75. XIII
  76. XIV
  77. XV
  78. XVI
  79. XVII
  80. XVIII
  81. XIX
  82. XX
  83. XXI
  84. XXII
  85. XXIII
  86. XXIV
  87. XXV
  88. XXVI
  89. XXVII
  90. XXVIII
  91. XXIX
  92. Epilogue
  93. Author's NoteWhen Jenny Met Anna
  94. Acknowledgments
  95. About the Author
  96. Newsletter Sign-up
  97. Contents
  98. Copyright

He doubled back, reaching down and picking up the first gift he had ever given her, then ran back to the ledge, where Johnson was still reaching down as the train shot out of the tunnel. Vronsky grabbed Johnson’s hand, but as Johnson pulled up to lift him out of harm’s way, Vronsky’s hand slipped from the man’s slobbery, rain-slick grasp.

“Anna!” was the last word from Vronsky’s lips, as he fell backward in front of the train.

XXIX

Dustin had stopped by the apartment to see Anna the day before she was leaving to go abroad for Vronsky’s funeral with Steven, Lolly, and her father. He hadn’t seen her since Vronsky’s tragic death a week ago at Grand Central, though he had been checking in with Steven daily to see how she was holding up. Dustin had wanted to offer his condolences in person, especially as Anna had been so kind to him after his brother’s death a few months previous. He found her in her room packing a large suitcase. When he entered, she gave him a rueful smile, and when he hugged her she started to cry.

“It’s good to see you, Dustin,” Anna said.

“Anna, I have to say it in person, and I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it, but I need you to know how very sorry I am for your loss,” Dustin said. “I know how much you loved him.”

“Thanks. I did, I do. I love him so much,” Anna said. “But please, I can’t talk about it. I just can’t. Let’s talk about something else. When is prom?”

Dustin shook his head. “We may not go. It just seems like such a silly thing in light of everything else.”

Anna interrupted him with a ferocity that took him aback. “No!” she cried. “If you and Kimmie don’t go, then you’re just perpetuating the cycle of misery. Please, be happy and dance together. Love needs a victory.”

Dustin didn’t know what to say. Anna’s words were so incredibly sad. Instead he nodded, took a deep breath and said, “We’ll go. You’re right. Love does need a win.”

“Good.” Anna sat down on the bed, suddenly tired from her outburst. “Please send me a picture. I’m sure Kimmie will be the prettiest girl there.”