Camila’s POV
“Don’t do what, Mommy?” My son asked me.
The words hung there between us, heavy and unsaid for so long. Zion's eyes, so much like his father's, looked up at me with so much confusion, and then the expectation of my answer to his question. Instead, I told him to go back to his room.
I needed to talk to his father. I knew it was time to face the truth, my truth. Plus, we had argued about this for far too long, and I was going to need to talk to him and just leave before I was late for my appointment.
I drew in a deep breath, swallowing down my spit as I watched my son walk away, then before I could say anything, I heard him say something, and it riled me up.
“See what you did?” He asked me. “Why are you so confusing, and heartless?”
What? Really? I was the heartless on
