Dalia’s POV

Home.

I stood in front of our dainty gate and breathed in a sigh of relief but also felt a pang of longing and loneliness in my chest.

I might have left New York but a big part of me stayed there. Chelsea wiped her head with the back of her hand and let out a relieved sigh.

“The heat is so welcomed. I forgot how hot it can get in this part of America”, she said and bumped my shoulder with hers.

“Feeling good over there?” She asked and I shrugged. I could be better but I could also be worse, so I guess I'm fine.

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