Sitting beside her, Isaac met her gaze earnestly. “I'm waiting for you," he confessed.

Confusion clouded Camila's mind. “Waiting for me?" she repeated, puzzled. “But why?"

“Last night, you apologized to me. Did something happen?" Isaac inquired gently, searching her face for answers.

Camila furrowed her brow. “I apologized?"*

Isaac nodded, affirming her statement.