It was something she had written when she was still young.

She rose from her seat, intending to throw it out. She didn't want Isaac to be upset.

Just as she was about to do so, a dark figure darted past the partially opened door.

Unaware of this, she proceeded to exit the room. At that moment, her child began to cry. She couldn't discern whether it was due to hunger or a soiled diaper. Pushing the door open, she discovered Rowena attending to his hygiene. Camila offered to prepare the bottle.

"Go and get some rest. I'll take care of it," Rowena suggested.

Camila replied, "I've come downstairs. Let me feed him.”

"Alright," Rowena said.

Rowena went to clean the diaper while Camila prepared the formula.

The baby dozed off while being fed.

With her little one cradled in her arms, Camila lay down.

She gently caressed her son, slowly succumbing to slumber.

When Rowena returned, she noticed Camila had already fallen asleep.

Thus, she chose not to disturb her.

Upstairs Isaac perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the moonlit scene, his posture erect.

He was the one who had passed by the study just moments ago.

He noticed when Camila rose from the bed.

He was aware that Camila hadn't fallen asleep.

He silently trailed behind her as she made her way downstairs, curious to see what she was up to.

She went to retrieve the diary, unaware of his presence.

Was she missing her past?