His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 31

medical organization tomorrow, for a

Issca's voice was calm, and it soothed me like a balm on a wound. I forced a smile, wanting to appear stronger than I felt. "I'm okay, just... processing everything. Perhaps, I need to trouble you to send me to a medical checkup...... because I haven't got my car back yet."

Issca nodded, understanding the weight of what I had been through. He looked

around my kitchen, taking in the mess of papers and the half-eaten sandwich on the counter. "You've been busy, I see."

"Yeah, just trying to figure things out," I replied, avoiding his gaze.

Issca leaned against the counter, arms

crossed. His brow furrowed in confusion.

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"How are you holding up?"

I paused, glancing down at the papers

again. "I've been through worse, Issca. Much worse. And I've survived."

He sat down across from me, studying my

face. "You look... different," he finally said.

"

"Lighter, maybe."

I smiled, though it didn't quite reach my eyes. "I feel different. It's strange, but now

that the lawsuit's over and Nathan's... well,

out of the picture, I feel like I can breathe

again."

I met his gaze, determination flooding my

chest. "I'm sure. I've wasted enough time. It's time to move on."

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been the quiet type, never pushing too hard or asking too many questions. But today, I could feel the weight of his unspoken thoughts hanging in the air, just

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glanced out the

blur past as we neared the medical organization. My heart raced, though

me**, her energy brushing against

and concerned.

quiet," Issca finally

voice low but filled with

kept his eyes on the road,

he was

vision, trying

unspoken tension.

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sure if it

keeping my

way his brow furrowed ever so slightly. He didn't believe me, and deep down, I knew I couldn't blame him.

did.

medical organization, I felt my stomach twist into knots. The building loomed in front

was a place of answers,

I could feel was

and turned to

probing. "Are

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me to come in

the question hanging in the air. Part of me wanted to say yes, to have him by my side. But the other part-the stronger, more determined part-knew this was

that

I said,

I wasn't sure if it was the truth. "It's just a routine checkup, like

me for a

But I'll be

opening the door and

breath, pushing through the doors and into the lobby. The sterile

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