As Clara stepped inside, a familiar sense of unease settled in the atmosphere. The air felt heavier than usual, as if Natasha's thoughts had taken shape and were hovering around the room.
There was a quiet stillness in her, something that unnerved Clara.
Then, as if Natasha had been waiting for the right moment, the emotional barrier shattered.
Suddenly, Natasha turned towards Clara and burst into tears. Clara froze, taken aback by the outpouring of raw emotion. She had seen Natasha angry countless times before, seen the fire in her eyes and the biting sarcasm in her voice.
But never before had she seen her like this—vulnerable, fragile, a shadow of the woman she had been.
"Clara, why is this happening to me?"
Natasha choked between sobs, her body trembling as she cradled her face
