Chapter twenty-one: Confessions in the Quiet
Natacha's POV Natacha sat by the window, her fingers brushing against the glass as the afternoon sun filtered through the blinds. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside. Her thoughts swirled around her, tangled in the confusion and guilt that had taken over her life. She hadn’t been able to think clearly for weeks now, and the more she tried to reason with herself, the more everything seemed to blur together into a mess of emotions. She had pushed Eric away, but not out of malice. She loved him in a way, she thought, but it wasn’t the same anymore. There was something darker, more consuming that had taken root inside of her ever since that night with Alex. She couldn’t explain it—couldn’t make sense of it—but it was there, like a constant, unspoken pull in her ch
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