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.

was dwelling

unworthy of her anymore, yet

Alexis much lately, just occasional glimpses

how he had managed without her while he

in thought, propped up on

some hesitation, dialing Alexis’ number at

up after a

a shower, was lounging in a

beside her, contently sucking on her milk

gently patted the

these days, better than she had been six months

calmer and

hint of hoarseness, asked, “What’s up,

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