Joe dashed toward them with his tiny steps. Isaac patted his head and asked, “Were you a good boy today?"

Joe nodded eagerly. "Yes, I was a good boy."

Isaac released Camila and squatted down to meet Joe's gaze. "Still upset?" he asked softly.

Joe shook his head.

Isaac lifted him up and uttered softly, “Let's go help Mommy cook."

“No, you two should leave. I'll get nervous if you're here. It's my first time doing this. If I mess up, don't make me feel bad," Camila insisted. After drying her hands, she gently nudged them both toward the door. "Go watch TV."

Joe clapped his hands with joy. “I want to watch TV!"

Reluctantly, Isaac took Joe to the living room.

As they settled in to watch TV, Camila felt relieved and returned to her cooking.

She poured oil into the pan, heated it, coated the marinated meat in flour, and began frying it.

Isaac came back into the kitchen as she was frying.

“Why aren't you playing with Joe?" she asked. “Why did you come back in?"

Isaac held out her phone. "Someone called for you."

“Wiho?" she asked.

Isaac brought the phone to her ear.

Camila glanced at Isaac and then answered the call.

Laura's voice echoed through the phone. "Mila, it's me. I'm calling to see if you've had any contact with Aldrin."

Without thinking, Camila responded, "No, did he come to see you?"

"No." Laura hesitated before adding, "No, it's nothing."

“So, why the sudden interest in Aldrin if he hasn't visited you?"