Natasha jumps when she hears the knock at the door. The nausea is coming back. The stress of these unexpected two days is wearing her thin. She reaches for the waste basket and misses.
Steven had already made his way to the door. He opens it cautiously, hears the sound of Natasha vomiting and turns back. But the visitor has already passed Steven, his lips full of words Natasha can’t make out. But the voice...the voice is unmistakable. Christopher, she whispers.