KEIRA’s POV

I walked through the front door of my apartment the moment Clint dropped me off. I was apprehensive about going in, knowing Natasha would be home by now. But what could I do?

I needed to face her and work things out once and for all.

As soon as I stepped in, I could feel the tension in the air. The atmosphere was thick with hostility, and I knew something was wrong. I took off my coat and walked into the living slowly like I was sneaking up on someone. As soon as I was in, ...