Dalia's POV

“I’m moving back to Texas”.

“What?” Chelsea stopped in her tracks and looked at me like I had grown another head. “No, you're not. You're can't change environment everytime something doesn't sit well with you”, she said and I felt like I had been slapped across the face.

She's my friend, she's supposed to understand me, she's supposed to support me and try to see things from my point of view.

“You think I'm running away again? That's what it seems like to you?” I asked her with hurt in my voice and she shrugged.

“Are you not? Because from where I'm standing, you are avoiding your issues...