~Camila’s POV~
It’s been about a week since I left the United States, and the only thing I’m missing is my son. I feel like a bad mother leaving him behind, but then I don't know if Chris and his ex-wife sorted their difference and Liam is still mine. My mind is all over the place, but I want my son. I’m not sure why I have such a deep connection with the boy. I mean, he has nothing to do with me. His parents have most likely been fucking every day since I left. I think it is high time for me to come to terms with reality. I married him in order to get a United States residency. But I don’t care anymore. I wanted to accomplish things my own way, without the assistance of my family.
I hate it when they help me. I really don’t call for help and when I do ask for help they will come running as they know that I hardly ask for help. I heard a knock at the door before.
“Come in,” I said.
