NATASHA POINT OF VIEW.

The next day, almost twenty four hours after I had given Trent the go ahead to take Natasha out, he called me. This time, he did not sound inebriated and there was no club music in the background. In fact, his voice seemed to be stopping under the weight of severity that he had in it. It was almost amusing, hearing him like that.

"Natasha?" He said.

I could hear people chatting in the background.

"Yes, Trent?" I answered. "What is it? You can't just call me out of the ...