In the morning, Isaac had left early, not even stopping for breakfast.

Camila understood his anxiety over Travis' escape. He was bound to have a hectic day.

She woke up at her regular hour and had no plans to leave the house.

She planned to devote more time to their children.

Around 10 AM, her phone buzzed.

The call was from the director of the research institute, he wanted to arrange a meeting.

He had helped her with her medicinal research. She couldn't decline.

"Let's meet at the Chinese restaurant at noon. Does that time work for you?"

"Sure," Camila answered.

Upon seeing her hang up, Rowena queried, "Will you be going out later?"

“Yes, I need to," replied Camila.

“When you return, could you get some cotton fabric? Regardless of how superior the diaper is, it's too coarse for a baby's tender skin.

I'd like to make some cotton nappies for the baby, we're running low at home."

“Sure. Anything more? I can pick it up during my return trip."

"I want toys." Joe scampered over, embracing Camila's leg.

"I want to eat cake and pudding."

Stroking his face, she affirmed, "Alright."

At 11 AM, Camila left the house.

She had reached the restaurant and the director was there.

Her strides quickened.