The house had ample space.

Surely, he didn't need to seek rest elsewhere. Yet, voicing such thoughts seemed daunting.

Could she even broach the subject without stirring doubts about their relationship?

After all, she was his partner.

The notion of requesting him to prepare a separate bed pricked at her conscience.

It wasn't her place to ask such things.

With a swirl of her dress, she closed the door behind her.

Camila, meanwhile, had dozed off on the couch, cradling Joe in a Light slumber.

Her return had been earlier than usual, catching Isaac off guard.

Lately, her late arrivals had become a pattern.

He approached, noting the subtle stir of her awakening.

A light sleeper, Camila was, always roused by the faintest sound.

Isaac gently lifted Joe and suggested softly, "The bedroom's quieter if you need rest."

Camila responded without looking up, "Sleep wasn't my intention."

She had dozed off momentarily while engaging with Joe.

Rising to hydrate, she returned to find Isaac settling Joe into the bedroom.

Noticing her pensive state, Isaac inquired, "You seem far away. What's on your mind?"

Snapping back to reality, Camila placed her cup aside and faced him.

“Today, I acted on a whim."

Isaac settled onto the couch, loosening his tie. "Go on, tell me what happened."