“I’m going to kill you.”

I stood up slowly with my hands raised, my eyes wide, my heart kicking against my rib. “Natasha, what are you doing?"

“What I should have done from the beginning!” she cried, her hand shaking around the gun.

“Natasha, put down the gun and let’s talk,” I said softly, my voice shaking.

“I have nothing to say to you, bitch. Just fucking die.”

“Wait!” I cried when she moved, a tear slipping from my eye. My heart was racing so fast that I felt it might stop. Was this how I was going to die? After everything? I didn't want to. I was scared. So...