I'm Sorry | Natasha Romanoff

Chapter 15:Imgonnagetyouback

An: Im back.... I been trying to post this update forever but my app keeps crashing

Sarah and David opened their eyes. They were lying on the cold, hard floor. Groggy, disoriented, but alive. The air smelled sterile—too sterile. Slowly, they sat up, blinking at the familiar surroundings. It was their lab, kept in perfect condition, every tool and table just as they had left it. The hum of machines filled the space. But how?

They exchanged confused glances. The last memory they both shared was the bullet. It had been fast, sharp, unforgiving. There was pain, and then—nothing. Darkness. They had died.

So how were they alive right now?

David was the first to move. He got to his feet, his limbs stiff, and turned to help Sarah. She accepted his hand and rose shakily, her wide eyes scanning the room. Everything looked normal, like it hadn't been touched since the day they'd... died.

Sarah's mind spun with questions, but one thought was louder than the rest.

"Where's Jenna?" she whispered, her voice thick with dread.

David's face paled. "Jenna?"

They started calling her name, their voices echoing off the walls of the lab. "Jenna! Jenna!" But there was no answer. Panic bubbled in Sarah's chest as they scrambled up the stairs into the house, searching every corner, every room.

Everything was just as they had left it. The furniture, the pictures on the wall, the smell of coffee lingering faintly in the air. Even Jenna's favorite stuffed animal sat on the couch, undisturbed. But something was wrong. The house was spotless. No dust, no clutter. Not a single speck of dirt in sight.

The house wasn't this clean when they went down there...They had only been gone for a few minutes, right?

Just then, the front door creaked open.

Sarah and David spun around to see two figures standing in the doorway—Mara and Jace. But the look on Mara's face was one of shock, her mouth hanging open as she stared at them like she was seeing ghosts.

David frowned. "Mara?"

Mara stepped inside, eyes wide and unblinking. She murmured something under her breath, a name barely audible—Sarah strained to hear it.

"She... she did it" Mara whispered to Jace, her voice trembling.

David and Sarah exchanged a glance, confusion turning to dread.

"What do you mean?" David asked, his voice tight. "Mara, what's going on? Where's Jenna?"

Mara's lips quivered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She couldn't bring herself to speak, to tell them the awful truth. The weight of it was too heavy, and her throat tightened with grief. Jace stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, but his face was just as stricken.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he took a step forward. "Mara," he said, his voice low, almost pleading. "Where is Jenna?"

Sarah's breath hitched. Her mind was racing, memories flashing back—the last image she had of Jenna. A five-year-old girl with bright eyes and a messy ponytail, laughing as she clutched her favorite stuffed animal. That was her last memory of their daughter. The only memory.

But Mara still couldn't look them in the eye. Jace finally spoke.

"She... she's gone" he said, his voice barely a whisper.

The room seemed to go still, the words sinking in like a blow to the gut. Sarah shook her head, stepping forward as if she hadn't heard him correctly. "Gone? What do you mean? No. She—she was right here. She has to be here. She is just a little girl." That couldn't be right. She was just a little girl, only five years old, full of life. Full of laughter. It didn't make sense.