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."

corners of his lips. "Well, if anyone can do it, it's you,

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type, never pushing too hard or asking too many questions. But today, I could feel the

ו

the window, watching

heart raced, though I tried my best to

restlessly inside me**, her energy brushing

and concerned.

awfully quiet," Issca

voice low but

his eyes on the

tell he was watching

trying to

unspoken tension.

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a smile, though I wasn't sure if

keeping my tone light,

but I saw the way his brow furrowed ever so slightly. He didn't believe me, and deep down, I knew I couldn't blame him. He'd known me long enough to recognize when

did.

parking lot of the medical organization, I felt my stomach twist into knots. The building loomed in front of us, sterile and imposing, its glass doors

a place

I could feel was

parked the car and turned to

soft but probing. "Are you sure you

But Our

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me to come in with you?" he asked

say yes, to have him by my side. But the other part-the stronger, more determined part-knew this was something I had to face

that

be fine," I said, my

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

studied me for

nodded. "Alright. But I'll be here when you're

opening the

into the lobby. The sterile

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