Bella hesitated again when she heard her mother asking about what happened, her face clouding with an emotion Camila couldn't quite place—Shame? Fear? Disgust?
Finally, Bella shook her head, looking down at her hands. "There's no way I can tell you the actual reason, Mom." She murmured. "It's honestly revolting...You'd feel the same way he does if you knew."
Camila's heart skipped a beat, her concern deepening. "Bella..." She said softly but firmly. "I'm your mother. If something's happened—if it's that serious—you need to tell me. I can't help if I don't know."
Bella glanced at her, her expression pained, and shook her head again. "I can't, Mom. Not now. But I'll say this..." She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. "It's the reason I ran back here. The reason I left and...why I started hating Dad."