As Natasha slowly opened her eyes, the bright sunlight streamed through the window, causing a stabbing sensation in her head. Trying to gather her thoughts, she felt a throbbing headache that sent waves of pain pulsating through her forehead.Struggling to sit up, Natasha scanned the room and recognized that she was in her room. For some reason, she thought she would be at the Sinclair Mansion. For the past couple of weeks, Natasha locked herself in her room, crying day and night, asking herself the same question over and over again: ‘why does it hurt so much?’But today she felt better, she felt like she was almost ready to move on, but deep down she knew she was very far from it. At least she was ready to leave the room.Slowly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the floor. The room spun for a moment as she tried to regain her balance. Lying down on the bed, doing nothing but eating, thinking, and sobbing would have done a number on her. With a deep