#Chapter401

It’s Natasha; I blanche at the flashing screen and my gut instantly recoils, not wanting to answer it. Almost like she’s reading my mind, knowing how close I am to tearing after Sophie and sending us all back to square one. It’s like fate is using her as a guilt retrieval system and calming my impulsive jets. Puling me back from what would only hurt her more.

It works. Gushing with a million emotions that send me spiraling right back to my personal hell, knowing I can’t keep doing this shit. It’s not fair on either of them. I stare at the screen and stand still, from erratic chaos...