Lia sighed at Diego's question, saw the concern in his eyes and noticed something else, although she stared at him for a few seconds, she couldn't figure out the reason.

″Diego, I will tell you what I think and feel about your dad's and my situation, if you tell me yours.

His words surprised Diego, who this time circled the room with his eyes as if he was looking for something, Lia did not know if it was a way to evade the conversation with her, or if he was indeed looking for something in his bedroom. After a few seconds, she didn't know how long, he looked into her eyes with a distressed expression.

″What do you want to know about my mother? ″he asked as he brought a hand to the back of his neck and stroked himself with a gesture of desperation.

″We have never been able to talk well due to different circumstances, I am your mother and I love you, I want the best for you. I don't understand why you don't trust me to tell me your things," his mother scolded him.

″Mom, how can you say