Mirabelle's POV:
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I said, feeling my eyes burn with unshed tears.
“That's fine, but I don't think you should trust her.” He added.
“I just... I don’t even know who to trust anymore, Ken. Everything feels like it’s falling apart. I don’t know who’s on my side, or who’s out to get me.” I said, forcing out a smile.
“Hey.” He said, as he reached across the desk and took my hand in his. “I’m on your side. You know that, right?”
His touch was warm, and for a moment, I felt good. I didn’t pull my hand away, didn’t try to hide the tears that slipped down my cheeks. “I want to believe you.” I whispered. “I do. But I’ve been burned before, and I don’t know if I can trust my instincts anymore.”
“Then trust mine.” He said quietly. “I don’t like Natasha, Mira. The
