Camila's POV:
I was perfectly healed now. There was no pain in my ankle, I could jump about and do pretty much everything I used to do before.
I watched Mark get ready for work. There was a tension about him now. It was like he was apprehensive about what he was about to do.
"What kind of work do you do?" I blurted out, unable to take the silence anymore. Watching him go over the living room over and over again was giving me a headache and making me dizzy.
He turned to me. "It's not impressive." He said and turned back. He was searching for something, looking back and forth.
"It's on the top shelf," I replied. He was looking for his keys.
"Thank you." He replied and grabbed the keys.
"I want to know," I said again. "What kind of work is it?"
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I..
