Camila Davis shot him a look, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Are you serious right now? Do I look like I was born yesterday?”
She couldn’t wait to put that whole family behind her. Never seeing them again would be a dream come true. There was no way she’d willingly jump back into that mess.
She wasn’t stupid.
“Of course not.”
Walter Wilson replied, “But, you were the one who was so determined back then, weren’t you? You didn’t listen to anyone.”
Camila just stared at him, speechless for a moment. Finally, she shrugged, a little sheepish. “I was young and dumb, okay? It’s been five years. I’ve grown up, got better taste, and I’m not into repeating my own mistakes.”
She rolled her eyes and added, “That embarrassing history? Let’s just never bring it up again. It’s bad luck.”
Walter couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly amused. “Alright, what about Lillian? What if she ever needed a—well, a perfect family, the whole white picket fence thing?”
Camila’s laugh was sharp, almost mocking. “The last five years have been perfectly fine. And what has she gotten from it? I think she’s learned by now that she doesn’t need that ‘perfect’ family.”
At that, Walter’s mind flashed back to a tall, imposing figure he’d seen recently.
He looked at Camila with a serious expression. “So what does she need, then? A therapist?”
Camila blinked, a bit thrown off. Why was he suddenly talking about therapy?
Was there something he wasn’t saying?
Still, she decided to just be honest. “Yeah, actually. Lillian’s autism isn’t fully gone. She’s in stage two of her treatment. Most days, she seems just like any other kid, but in certain situations, her symptoms come back…”
Camila’s tone turned somber. She didn’t try to hide anything from Walter. “Just the other day, Jordan Smith showed up at her preschool, and she had a relapse.”
Walter pressed his lips together, not pushing any further.
He knew just how much Lillian meant to her.
So he said gently, “Lillian’s health comes first. Take care of her. I should get back to the office.”
“Thanks.”
Camila nodded, then headed back to her own office, not giving it another thought.
Walter stepped outside and got into his car.
Aiden, his driver, started the engine, but Walter turned to him and asked, “Did you find anything on that guy?”
Aiden nodded, looking a bit uneasy. “I did, but it’s nothing new. Everything I could dig up is already public knowledge. Nothing else came up.”

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