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...
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...