Nicola's POV

When I arrived at Ellison's house and was about to ring the doorbell, I withdrew my hand.

Natasha came out of her room and passed by the stairs with a trash bag, while Nola walked out of her room.

She didn't notice me, but I stared at her through the crack of the door. My feet were as lead, and I didn't even have the courage to go out to face her.

It was not until Natashsa returned to her room that I turned around and sat down on the stairs dejectedly.

I can't give up Natasha.

There is an interview this morning. I have to cheer up....