Zion’s POV
The driver looked from us back to where the son stood now with the school aide that was standing out front, before walking into the school and disappearing behind the door, and then he nodded his head again, looking back at us.
"Of course, I'm sure. Like I said, I have a son his age," the driver repeated, a very sure expression sitting there on his face.
By now, Camila had stopped looking around, and she had walked back to her car. With one last glance around over her shoulder, she got in and drove off, while I was left sitting there and staring at her car as it drove off.
Dean turned back to me, and then I turned to him as well, and we spoke simultaneously, our voices laced with different shades of disbelief.
"Could Camila have been cheating on me with someone else at
