So this is love?

(Camilla's POV) He takes a deep breath, and his voice is low, hesitant. "There's something I've never really told anyone," he starts off, his eyes flicking up to meet mine briefly before dropping back down. "About my father. I say nothing, just wait for him to continue. By the tone in which he speaks, I can tell this is not easy; I don't want to push him, but again, I want him to know I am here and listening. When I was a kid, my dad. He wasn't a good man," Kalel says, his voice barely above a whisper. "He used to. hurt me physically. A lot. He would lock me in a closet for hours, sometimes overnight, just because I did something that reminded him of my mom." Those words hit me like a blow to my gut. I could not even believe what was being said. That confident, strong man, now sitting beside me, so composed and appearing always in control-the one who, as a small child, was terrified when trapped in the dark by one who should have protected him. He blamed me for her death, says Kalel, h