Though their current abode was not meager, it offered little room for his son's play, confined mostly to the Living room.

Rowena took Joe to parks and amusement centers daily.

Hearing this, Camila experienced both solace and sorrow.

Isaac halted and turned to face her.

She averted her gaze.

She could stand looking at him.

“Did you ever think of him when you left?"

Camila whispered, “Yes, I did. He is your son, and I know you will safeguard him and provide him with the utmost care."

Isaac scrutinized her for a few moments before asking, his voice low, “Have you ever thought of me?"

“Hmm... Yes," Camila replied with unfiltered honesty. Intrigued, Isaac pressed for more details.

“Please, elaborate.”

“You said you chose me to give Joe a complete family, but remember, I willingly brought Joe into this world. I won't force you to be with me and Joe. You have the right to choose love," she explained, her voice resolute.

“Is that why you played possum and left me?" Isaac's eyes darkened, his tone laced with bitterness. "Should I be grateful for your thoughtful arrangement?"

Lifting her head defiantly, Camila responded, "You're welcome!"

Isaac was left with his words trapped in his throat.

Acting swiftly, he pulled her back into her room.

In the room, he held her firmly, his arms encircling her waist.

With purposeful strides, he guided her toward the bed.

Camila turned her head away.

She tried her best not to let him see her scars.

Isaac tenderly Laid her down on the bed.

Camila Lay on her back, her face turned sideways.

Isaac was above her, and he gently turned her face to face him directly. "You don't need to hide them from me.”

Yet, Camila still felt uneasy about exposing her scars.

She had grown accustomed to hiding them, finding comfort like that.