CHAPTER 44

IF NOT NATASHA, WHO ELSE IS AFTER FLORA'S LIFE?

Natasha's heart slammed against her chest as their voices went quiet. She pressed herself flat against the wall outside the door, squeezing her eyes shut to swallow the painful lump in her throat before going in.

“Mom, Dad, I'm home,” she announced her arrival, forcing a smile as if she had heard nothing.

“Natasha dear, welcome.” Her mother emerged from the dining room, pulling her into a warm embrace.

“Tell me, how did it go? Were you able to see him? Did he agree to drop the case?” she asked, her voice laced with deep concern.

Just then, Natasha's...