The Room That Answered Her Name
The man knew the womans face. He had seen the womans face before. The womans face was familiar, to him.
The way she looked the shape of her face the line of her jaw and even the little expression on her face. All of it looked like Natasha. I was standing in the room that Natasha liked to call her own. It was then that it became clear, to me: she had to be Natashas sister.
Leon did not step closer. His body became still his shoulders got very tight and his jaw locked so hard that the muscle under his skin started to move. Leon had been, on battlefields before. He had seen people die and left bodies behind him. Death was something Leon knew well. Leon was used to death.
