There was a brief moment when Camila simply looked at him.

She began to walk, then paused right before him.

Isaac tugged at her hand a bit too firmly, causing Camila to stumble onto his thigh.

He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her close.

Holding Camila, he could feel her in his embrace.

Up close, she could distinctly catch his unique scent, tinged with a hint of alcohol.

She fought to keep her emotions in check, yet a slight tremble betrayed her.

Her mind was clouded with thoughts of what Jaylen had done.

A visible sign of her anxiety, her slender neck showed faint blue veins. "I..." she began, her voice rough with emotion.

Isaac, sensing her distress, pressed her head against his chest, reassuring her, “Mila, it's not your fault. Don't worry about it."

But Camila couldn't shake off her thoughts.

If only she knew what had happened, she might have been able to persuade herself to forget, even if just selectively.

The not knowing was worse.

It led her to think of the worst possibilities of what Jaylen might have done while she was unconscious!

Striving for composure, she finally said, "I need to ask you something. And I need you to be completely honest with me."

"Okay," Isaac responded.

"Did you watch the whole video?" she asked, finally mustering the courage.

For a long time, she had been too afraid to voice this question.

Isaac paused before answering, "Yes."

"Have I... really been raped?" she hesitantly asked.