Dalia's POV

“So, what's the next step?” Chelsea asked as soon as she got to where I was sitting by the kitchen counter while waiting for her to finish up what she was doing.

“I’m going back to Texas”, I said softly and waited for her to last out at me again but she just sighed. “We need to be seated comfortably for this conversation”, she said and I nodded.

We moved into the sitting room and sat on either edge of the sofa before we continued our conversation. “Why can't you just stay here?” She asked, barely concealing her hurt.

I wrung my fingers nervously and picked my next...