Chapter 61
- - Do you think he'll love me? Natasha asks me again, biting her nails.
- - Natasha, stop stressing! He'll love you, trust me.
- I walk into my mother's hospital room, followed by Natasha, who shakes my hand with all her might. Fuck! She's going to break my hand if she keeps shaking it like that. She's really strong, that one.