Chris’s instincts had been gnawing at him ever since he left; something about Natasha felt off. He struggled to pinpoint the source of his unease, but he couldn’t ignore the subtle changes in her demeanor. Her once tender words now rang hollow, lacking the warmth and sincerity they once held. When he professed his love, hoping for reassurance, her eyes would dart away, her response evasive. Was her love fading, or worse, was there someone else?

Desperate for answers, Chris confided in one of his closest friends at the basecamp, someone who had known Natasha for years. His friend brushed off his concerns with a laugh, assuring him that a little jealousy was natural after so long. But deep down, Chris couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that it wasn’t merely jealousy gnawing at him. Was there something more sinister brewing beneath the surface?