Camila's POV
Then another message popped up on my phone from my mother.
"Um... sweetie, I know that your father can be overbearing sometimes, but you know he cares about you. Please, try to come home and talk to him."
I sighed as I read the text. I knew my mom was right. Deep down, I understood that my father cared, even if he had a hard time showing it. But I wasn't ready not yet to talk to him about my pregnancy.
I typed out a reply, my fingers hesitant but steady.
"Mom, I appreciate your concern, but I'm doing well here. I'm not ready to come home and talk to Dad yet. I need some time to process everything."
I hit send and stared at the screen, waiting. A few minutes later, her response came in.
"I understand, sweetie. I just want you to know that we're here for you if you need us. Take all the time you need, and know that we love you."