Natasha

Natasha POV

They say that for the world to be flipped upside down, it takes only one second. But my life had many of those seconds.

When I was taken into foster care.

When my aunt and uncle suppressed my memories with the help of a psychiatrist.

When I met Apollo for the first time in the basement.

When my mother tried to shoot me.

When my father was taken by the authorities.

However, this minute took away the prize—when I gazed at my father who was supposed to be dead. All I could do when he walked through that door was stare at him. I was so starved that I didn’t even blink. It was possible that the moment I blinked, he would disappear into thin air and then he would never come back.

I snuggled my face into his chest and re-familiarized with his strong spicy, citrusy smell. I cried so much that I wetted his shirt, and I was sure that he too was crying because I could feel his tears on the crown of my head.

Moments later, I found myself in our room. I think my father brought me i