Camila cradled Bowen close to her chest, feeling as if her heart had been wrenched from her.

An emptiness settled in her chest.

She tightened her grip on Bowen, seeking solace in his warmth, but the emptiness persisted.

But Bowen squirmed uncomfortably, his discomfort palpable.

Only when his cries pierced the air did Camila realize his discomfort.

Startled, she released her hold and eased her grip.

“What's the matter?" Rowena approached, concern etched across her face.

With a blank expression, Camila shook her head, her voice strained as she instructed, “Mom, start packing."

“\hy?" Rowena's brows furrowed in surprise.

“We're heading to Clouland," Camila announced.

However, the despondency that was etched on her features betrayed her inner struggle, stirring a sense of unease in Rowena's heart. “What's happened?" she pressed.

Camila met Rowena's gaze but hesitated to divulge the truth, fearing it might be too much for her mother to bear.

"Isaac has been longing for us to settle in Clouland for some time now. With my recent resignation, it's the perfect opportunity. The headquarters are located there, and it'll be more convenient for Isaac's work," Camila explained.

Rowena found her explanation plausible, though she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

"Do we need to leave in such haste?" she questioned.

"Yes, we're departing today," Camila affirmed with a decisive nod, her urgency palpable.

"Why do I sense something's off?" Rowena's confusion lingered.

Camila had never mentioned relocating to Clouland before, and the sudden decision left Rowena feeling uneasy.

It was too abrupt.

The abruptness of it all cast a peculiar shadow over the situation.