Thankfully, the shower did help, and he felt slightly better afterward.

He returned to the bedroom and collapsed onto his soft bed, exhausted.

After lying there quietly for some time, Leonel suddenly opened his eyes and slowly lifted the hem of his bathrobe, revealing the harsh scars that marred his left thigh.

The sight was stark: his skin was a tapestry of ugly, ferocious scars.

As he traced his fingers over the scarred skin, his expression grew contemplative.

He knew Alexis had always appreciated beauty, and the thought of her seeing his scars filled him with dread.

He imagined her shock and the potential nightmares that might follow such a sight.

Resolved, Leonel decided then and there-he would never allow Alexis to see these scars.

Leonel felt pretty low.

dwelling

yet he still missed

Alexis much lately, just occasional glimpses from video calls

managed without her while he first

him lost in thought, propped up on

after some hesitation, dialing

picked up after a

lounging in a

her, contently sucking on her

patted the little one’s

these days, better than she

had grown calmer and more patient over

a hint of hoarseness, asked, “What’s

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