A father's revenge

Previously

…The sun, now higher in the sky, cast long shadows across the room, but for Natasha, the darkness had only just begun. Yet, within that darkness, a flicker of defiance burned. She would not succumb to despair. She would not be a victim. She would be a warrior. For Malachi. She turned from the window, her jaw set, her eyes clear and focused. The house was no longer a tomb, but a staging ground. The silence was no longer a void, but a challenge. And the fear, though still a cold companion, was now tempered by a burning, unshakeable resolve. She would find him. She would find her son. The hunt had begun.