KEIRA’s POV

I sat in the back seat of the car, with Natasha by my side. We had been driving for a while now, but there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence between us.

I had opened up to Natasha earlier about everything. how Calvin had killed my mother and brother, and how he had raped me. Natasha did not say a way, but listened attentively with a blank look on her face. I could tell that she was having a hard time processing everything.

Natasha was unusually quiet, and I did ...