*Lexie’s POV*

I stand by the window, my fingers nervously tapping on my phone as I compose a text to Natasha. The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I can't help but worry about her after her heated discussion with Noland yesterday.

"Hey, Tasha," I type, my heart heavy with concern. "Just checking in on you. Are you okay? Let me know if you need anything." I hit send and exhale, hoping she's ...