Camila’s POV
I almost choked at the question Zion asked, and I wanted to disappear from this room, but I couldn’t. If Zion Jr. hadn’t asked his question, I would have been out of this room by now, outside, and in the car, crying my eyes out.
I really didn’t think I could blame Zion for this, though. He had not brought this woman here. That was Ezra’s handiwork, and it wasn’t as of he knew I would be here too, so he wasn’t to be blamed. I really didn’t think I could blame anyone. I wasn’t expecting I would have to see this though, maybe I would have prepared my mind.
But now… well… I trailed off, focusing back on Zion.
Waiting for him to answer our son's question felt like an eternity. Time seemed to stretch, each second heavier than the last. My heart pounded so loud and I at some po
