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Damien 198.

It was just the way that I envisioned it. Me, my wife and my mother, happy and relaxing. Nothing else mattered in the world to me except this moment and I would cherish it for a long time.

While the women had been putting their feet up and having a good time, I was busy stacking up the fireplace with dry wood so I could light it up and keep the whole cabin warm when it gets cold at night.

We watched the shores and waves and told old dad jokes. However, towards the evening time, I noticed that Isabella looked angry and troubled. Her mood changed after she had received a phone call.

Before I even realized it, my mind was already going through her contact list and I was trying to analyze who the person on the other end of the line could be.

I only had three guesses and they were Emilio, Natalia or Camilla. I tried to stay calm and thought nothing of it but it was of no use. My wife was distressed about something and I wanted to know who was behind it.