"Are you sure that Camila is at the clinic?" Peter asked Oscar over the phone.

"Call it a premonition, aside that I found her full name at the clinic's archive. You better keep your mouth shut or I'll lose my job! I didn't spend five years of my life to earn an oncology degree for someone to rat me out." Oscar buttoned up his shirt as he said it.

"I won't! I'm just so happy that she's finally found." Peter replied.

"Don't get your hopes up just yet. I need to see her for myself, I don't want to give any false alarms. I need to be up-to-date with her condition as well if it's your wife that we're talking about." Oscar notified.

"I don't know how to thank you, Oscar."

"You can thank me by paying the damages of my car." Oscar reminded him.

"Right." Peter replied, though unenthused.

Rachel got out of her university to pick up Marcus from high school, he was in the backseat of the car, playing a game on the mobile app. "It's your turn to do the laundry." Rachel started.
"Fine, I'll do it after I finish my homework." Marcus replied, not taking his eyes on the game. "As long as you don't go into my room to clean up. I like my personal space."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. What do you want for dinner?" Rachel asked him.
"I'm thinking chicken salad with honey mustard and gravy." Marcus replied.
"Do you want me to add paprika to spice up the chicken salad?" Rachel inquired as she looked at mirror to check for any cars that were behind her.
"If I was in the mood for spicy food, I would order a taco with hot sauce with a cheese chalupa from Taco Bell than eat your hot meals." Marcus replied, Rachel stopped the car, ruining his high score. "You ruined my winning streak!"
"Would you quit your whining? There are far more important things than that game of yours, like keeping your eyes on the track." Rachel reminded him.
"Again with that? When are you going to let it go?" Marcus retorted as he crossed his arms.
"You nearly ran over someone for texting, what did you expect?" Rachel glared at him through the mirror.
"My license got revoked because of that! I hope you're happy." Marcus sneered before he unbuckled his seat belt. Rachel locked him in before he could open the door.
"Hey!" He glared back at her.
"We're almost home. I'm not gonna let you drop out of the car because you got triggered." Rachel chastised him before he grumbled. She turned the steering wheel to park the car.

Camila tidied up the place and prepared chicken breasts, rice, pigeon peas with corn and oatmeal cookies for desert. She remembered how her husband complimented her cooking and thanked her whilst he snatching the cookies when she wasn't looking. When Lilly's children returned from school, it reminded Camila the time she babysat her nieces and nephews when she was younger. Hearing children and teenagers argue made her feel nostalgic.

"I can't hear you!" Marcus shouted, as he raised the volume of his smartphone while he put on his earplugs.
"That's what you always do! You don't listen." Rachel yelled at him. He rolled his eyes as he listened to loud trap music. Camila walked over to them.
"What's wrong?" She asked them.
"He just can't handle the fact that I'm right this time. Since he can't handle the truth, he wears his headphones and turns on his playlist." Rachel remarked.
"Talk about facing the music."
"Only to his convenience." Rachel pointed at him with her thumb. "Wait, did you cook already?" Rachel looked at the cook that was on the dinner table.
"Yeah, I did. Do you want some?" Camila responded while Marcus walked up to the dinner table, grabbed a plate that Camila cooked and took it to his room.
"I'm gonna make some eggplants and plantains to go with that chicken salad." Rachel responded before walking up to the kitchen to wash her hands.
Camila received a text message, it was from Marcus. [Thanks for making dinner. 😋] At least one of them appreciated her efforts.

Lilly had an hour left to finish her shift. When she finished consulting with her last patient, she looked for Camila's test results, her eyes widened with what she had found. The MRI detected the mass of cancer cells that grew in diameter from her arms, back, neck and above her pelvis. This was not good. Lilly sent Camila a text message.

[The test results came out, I'll send you the notification.] Lilly 6:22 PM.

Then she received the notification from the clinic on her e-mail. She clicked the link and saw her results. Her eyes widened in shock and used her free hand to cover her mouth.

Lilly grabbed her purse and walked out of her office.

Paul was sitting on the recliner, reading the book that his cousin gave him. He elicited a wheezy laugh at some of the things he read. "Classic." He muttered before he heard the loud whirring of the vacuum cleaner. The minor crunching sounds that came from sucking dust particles and crums off the carpet. It was just perfect, she had to turn it on just when I was getting to the good part. He stood up from his recliner and walked away. "Finally, now where was I?"

He was reading a horror story within the book, it was about an abandoned school that had been closed down because every year, a child went missing and a criminal investigator was sent to investigate. Just when the story was getting good, his wife comes with the vacuum cleaner to make noise. He flinched, "dang it, woman! You almost gave me a heart attack!" He shouted at Daisy, clutching his chest.

"That's what happens when you read horror stories. It gets to your head, you get jumpy for reading too many." Daisy unrolled the extension cord as she used the vacuum cleaner.

"Did you have to bring the vacuum cleaner to our bedroom?" He complained angrily.
"Since I'm the one doing cleaning, you don't get to say nothin'!" Daisy squawked before turning on the bathroom cleaner. Paul burrows his eyebrows into a scowl and grumbled, though his grumbling got silenced by the loud whirring of the electrodomestic object.

Oscar got down from his banged up Mitsubishi Mirage and shut the door, activating the beeper before walking into the clinic when he bumps into Lilly on the doorway of the clinic.

"Sorry, excuse me." Oscar said in quite of a hurry.
"Watch your step!" Lilly remarked, before she regained her dooting and headed out of the clinic.

Camila sat down at the table but she already lost her appetite, she was processing the news she had received, she was still hoping that her illness can be treated.

Paul and Daisy were bickering as usual until they heard a ring from the doorbell. "Who could that be?" Daisy walked to the door while Paul went to bedroom to open the drawer to load his gun. It was nearly 7PM and it was rare that they received visitors. Daisy opened the door when she saw Dinah with her sons, Michael and Gabriel.
"Hi mom." Dinah said a bit bashfully.
"Grandma!" Gabriel shouted before he hugged her. Paul put the gun back in the drawer before he came out of the hallway.
"Did you forget about your grandpa already?" Paul joked.
"GranPaul!" Gabriel ran up to give him a hug. "Hi grandma, hi grandpa." Michael said as he entered the house with their backpacks.
"Sorry that I brought the boys on such short notice, but I have to go to work. I don't want to keep the boys awake, and I don't know when I'll be back." Dinah explained. "I already gave them dinner so I'll be on my way." Dinah then looked at her sons. "Stay out of trouble you two." She gave the classic I'm-watching-you hand gesture.
"We will." Her sons said in unison, one of the rolling their eyes. Dinah walked away, entering the car to drive off to the police station.
"Who wants to hear a new story?" Paul asked them.
"I do!" Gabriel raised his hand.
"C'mere you little slugger!" Paul grabbed Gabriel with one arm and brought him to their bedroom with Michael and Daisy walking behind them.

Oscar Oppenheimer sat to open check on the clinic's archive only this time, he looked up Camila's medical records and checked on the latest updates. The oncologist loosened his tie as he read the results from his laptop. Peter's wife condition was worse than he expected. Her skin suffered discoloration and the spots were of abnormal shape.

He took photos and printed copies. Peter had to know of his wife's health. He also had to check when it was her next appointment so that he can take one of his vacation days to watch her and find her location before informing Peter. "You owe me big time for this." Oscar muttered.

Lilly sat at the sofa by herself while Camila was in the bedroom looking througout the window at the night sky. As she looked at the moon, waning as if it the moon was hiding. Just like how she wanted to hide after she found out about her illness. Remembering the romantic nights they had together when they used to go out dancing, Peter had two left feet while she taught him how to dance.

She remembered that after their 5th date she asked him to come to her highschool prom. Her moms red heels broke while they were dancing. "Aw! No! It broke." Camila bent down to grab the broken heel.
"Don't worry about it, I'll give you a new pair off stilettos for our wedding night." Camila thought that Peter was joking at that time. "We haven't even dated for a year and you already wanna marry me?" Camila asked incredulously.
"I wanna grow old with you. That is, if you wanna be Mrs. Wilson?" Peter wiggled his eyebrows.
"Like yeah I will." She said before they heard their favorite song. Peter dragged out of the dance floor until they where outside, where the night sky was. And slow danced to their favorite song.

Peter was also thinking of his wife on that same night while he was taking a shower. The cold water sliding down his skin.
Camila starred at the red patches on her skin and covered her arm with her sleeve.

Gabe was sitting on the bed while Mike was playing a game on his smartphone. Daisy took away his phone, because he had to go to bed. "No phone by 8PM." Daisy told him.
"But grandma." Michael whined.
"No buts! Those devices will affect your sleep pattern." Daisy warned him as she waved the phone at the older boy. Paul turned on the lamp light, Daisy scowled at her husband.

"Is story time boys." Paul announced as his grandsons lend an ear to hear a bedtime story. "Once upon a time there was a..."
"C'mon grandpaul, no one starts a story like that anymore." Michael told him.
Paul raised an eyebrow, "is that so?"
"Yeah-huh!" Michael raised his voice, though he was kind of cranky that grandma Daisy took his phone.
"Well in that case..." Paul turned off the lamp before Gabriel let out a dissapointed aw until Paul turned on his flashlight that lit up the lower side of his face, making a scary face as he let out a sinister laugh. "Psyche!" He shouted as he turned the flashlight on and off a couple of times before starting the story. "In the depths of the jungle there was a chameleon named Camille. She had traveled all over the jungle to blend in but her camouflage had failed her multiple times. Her skin showed the same reddish-pink skin. The chameleon was confused, why couldn't she change her skin to blend in? It had worked before. She thought to herself, before realizing that her pigment started fading. She hid in a field full of camillas. The chameleon scuttled to find the flowers and tested her camouflage to escape from her predators. The hunters scouted throughout the field of flowers but couldn't find Camille the chameleon. One of the hunters shot but missed they shot a bug. Frustrated, they left the field while they carried their shotguns to find the chameleon. Camile came out of the field of camillas and she could blend in as easily as she had done before. Long story short, the chameleon finally felt comfortable in her oen skin." By the time Paul finished telling the badtime story, the boys had already fallen asleep.