Camila's POV
He nodded and then left my apartment, closing the door behind him. I sighed and relaxed back on the couch.
Nancy came and sat beside me, and I could tell she had something on her mind.
"Why did you talk to your brother like that, Camila? You know they love you, and everything they said came from a place of concern."
I looked at Nancy, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me. I knew she was right. Noah and Dad had always meant well they just didn't always show it the right way.
"I know that," I murmured. "I just… I don't know. I'm so tired of everyone telling me what to do and what's best for me."
Nancy's expression softened, and she reached out to take my hand. "I get that. And I know you're strong, but try to understand where they're coming from too."
