**Isabella**
After feeding my son and putting him to bed, I stretched my arms out, feeling exhausted. Last night, I barely slept well, tossing about as I couldn't get the image of Razor and Kelsey living together out of my damn mind.
At some point, I went out of my room to see if he had returned, but I couldn't confirm anything. It was horrible!
I dressed up in a lovely knee-length bodycon gown, taking my time before exiting the room.
When I got to the kitchen, I drew in a relieved breath, glad that Kelsey was nowhere in sight, only Felicia.
"Hello Luna, good morning," she greeted warmly.
"Hi Felicia," I returned her smile, grabbing an apron from the counter. "Is Razor back?"
"Yes, he came back last night," she said.
"Has he eaten his breakfast?"
"No, I'm about to prepare it for him, then I'll take it upstairs to his room."
