Chapter 13
I’d been toying with the idea of someday soon disclosing to my parents that I was sort-of-kind-of seeing someone. If things between us became more official, I’d envisioned Ryan sitting down with us for dinner, something nice and casual like spaghetti and meatballs, then the two of us heading to a movie.
Of all the first impression scenarios I’d imagined, this had not been one.
“Oh my God!” my mom cried, stepping out of the way just in time.
Ryan raised his head, mumbled an apology, then took off running down the hallway. I flinched as the bathroom door slammed shut.
My mom and I stared at each other for a long moment, her gaze prompting me for some explanation. This was too much to handle; the sharp scent of vomit hung in the air, and Claw Hands hovered at the corner of my
