NATASHA POINT OF VIEW.

Clayton hung up on me, like I knew he would while I tried to vent.

"Fucking coward," I said, hissing under my breath. "Fucking coward!" I said again, this time, a piercing scream.

Stella, my close friend, came into the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in her hand. I'd left her in the living room where she was watching a romcom to come talk to Clayton. As she entered the kitchen, I saw the irritation on her face. One thing is certain, Stella and I are not so keen on each ...