“What's going on with Morrison? How bad is it?" Camila inquired.

Seated beside the table, Laura gazed down at the baby cradled in her arms and replied, “Please, don't ask."

Camila pressed her Lips together, opting to remain silent.

Forrest had been visibly agitated since his arrival at Laura's.

“If you didn't want us involved, why call us here?" he questioned, his temper flaring.