"Natasha," Priscilla spoke softly, her voice filled with empathy. "You don't have to carry this pain alone. You have people who care about you and want to help you heal." She locked eyes with Natasha, silently pleading for her to believe in the possibility of hope and renewal.
For a moment, it seemed as though Natasha was on the verge of speaking, letting out the emotions she had kept bottled up for so long. But then her gaze flickered away, retreating back into herself as if afraid to confront the demons that haunted her.
After spending an hour with Natasha, Priscilla stepped out of the room and was greeted by Jude's anxious expression. He opened his mouth to ask how Natasha was doing, but the look on Priscilla's face spoke volumes. She shook her head slightly, conveying the heartbreaking reality of Natasha's current state.
