The room lay in disarray, marred by his chaotic actions and an unpleasant odor that pervaded the air. Camila couldn't endure it any Longer.

“Are you flesh and blood or some ethereal specter?" Aldrin's bewildered stare didn't faze her.

She maintained her composure and uttered calmly, "I am unequivocally human, and I have pressing inquiries about Laura. Wash up and rouse from your stupor. Then, enlighten me about what transpired with her." As she spoke, Aldrin impulsively reached out and grasped her arm

His grip was intense and forceful.

Camila winced in pain. "Ouch!"

“Do you truly feel pain? Are you genuinely human? Are you even alive? Whose is that lifeless body?" Aldrin's confusion overwhelmed him.

He grappled with the plethora of unanswered questions that plagued him.

“Fine, go take a shower," said Camila in a serious tone.

“Okay.”

Aldrin's mind remained muddled.

Camila stationed herself outside the door.

Isaac stood beside her, adjusting her coat. Concern etched his face as he suggested, "I fear you won't glean much from him in his inebriated state. Should we return home and let him sober up first?"

Aldrin appeared far from his best at the moment.

Camila deliberated for a moment before asserting, “We need to enlist the aid of a cleaning service. Otherwise, we won't be able to enter the house again!"

“I'LL ask Alick to arrange it," Isaac offered.

Camila acknowledged Isaac's busyness, yet he willingly undertook this small task for her.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Isaac raised his hand and affectionately brushed her nose. "No need for such politeness.”

Camila lowered her head, contemplating her relationship with Isaac. They were going to have the second child.

Despite their marriage, she felt an underlying sense of disconnect.

Perhaps they hadn't truly connected on a profound level yet.

“Let's go back first," she conceded. She recognized that Aldrin's level of sobriety wouldn't facilitate a coherent conversation, so she deferred to Isaac's judgment.

Just as they were about to enter the car, Aldrin emerged from the bathroom.

Aldrin's unkempt appearance spoke volumes about his neglect. His tresses, wild and unruly, cascaded down his shoulders.

Neglected stubble adorned his chin, hinting at a huge lack of self-care.