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 on Alexis

her anymore, yet he

lately, just occasional glimpses from video calls

tried to remember how he had managed

him lost in

grabbed his phone after some hesitation, dialing Alexis’ number

after a few

a shower, was lounging in

contently

gently patted the little

at ease these days, better than she had been six months

calmer and more patient over

with a hint of hoarseness, asked, “What’s

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