Ken's POV

When we got home that day, I didn't know how to tell our daughter that her mom just didn't want to be with us.

I knew what she passed through was still affecting her, I expected it, but I really didn't think it'd be that bad.

It was like she was ever with us. Always zoning out and being busy in her head.

“Where's mama?” My baby said, as we walked in.

She had already seen the scene Isla made. I didn't know what to say as I didn't fully know how much of it she actually did comprehend.

“Your Mama is going to be back soon.” I...