[Natasha hesitates for a moment, mind automatically reaching for a memory but stuttering over a strange sort of emptiness where it should be instead. Rue's father, the cause of her own scandal years ago, a closely guarded secret even now. But one she couldn't seem to put a face to at the moment. Or any more information than the barest facts that she could call to mind as easy knowledge.
It sent a sudden chill of unease down her spine.
Natasha shook her head, a puzzled frown on her lips for a moment as she pushed the uncomfortable thoughts away, troubled.] No, sweet. I'm afraid not.
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It sent a sudden chill of unease down her spine.
Natasha shook her head, a puzzled frown on her lips for a moment as she pushed the uncomfortable thoughts away, troubled.] No, sweet. I'm afraid not.