“Hiding from me now?" Isaac whispered in a menacing tone, his face dark as night.

“I.

Camila had so much to say to him, but she didn't know where to even begin.

She wanted to cry out and complain, to ask him why he didn't Love her. She wanted to explain herself and tell him that she couldn't hold a child hostage just to force an unwilling partner to stay with her.

She wanted to tell him that their relationship was absurd, laughable, even.