NINA’S POV
It had been two months.
Two months since Natasha stormed out of that house, walked away from everything we built, and vanished like none of it had ever mattered.
And I stayed.
God knows why, I stayed.
I stayed behind to clean up the wreckage, like I always did. I smoothed over chaos with polite smiles and carefully worded lies. I fielded questions, pacified producers, twisted the truth until it resembled something digestible.
All because I admired her so damn much.
All for someone who hadn’t sent a single message since.
Not a word.
Not a thank you.
Not even a how are you?
Today... I was done.
I sat at the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the suitcase I hadn’t touched in weeks. My body moved, but my mind wasn’t here.
I was back in that moment.
That fight. That spl
