"What do you mean, Camila?" Ava asked, and Camila sighed. She was not enjoying this discussion at all. She would most rather be on her flight already. The more she explained her reason for leaving, the more it seemed like she had no reasons at all to leave. Camila did not like to think she did not have a reason. She had reasons, a lot of them. She needed space. There were things in her head that she could not explain, not even to her friends. If she did not run away, she might go crazy.
"I mean that I need to leave New York for a few months even a year. I am going to Bali. I am going to have a vacation, and maybe after that I will go to Italy and meet the people that I saw the last time. I need to find myself. What happened to me has made me, to begin to think about what is right and what
