Medora
“You always seem to find me!” I groaned, slumping onto the couch with exaggerated exhaustion.
“You ran again,” Millie accused, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I didn’t run, beauty. I left,” I countered, rolling my eyes as I ripped open a bag of chips and dug in.
“I hope this nineteen-year-old boy is worth it,” she muttered, stretching a gift bag toward me.
“He’s twenty now,” I corrected with a smirk, taking the bag from her hands. “What’s this?”
“Your birthday gift,” she said, settling into the chair across from me.
I couldn’t help but smile. I did like that she was finally starting to accept my relationship with Clyde and my choices in general, even if it was a slow process.
“Colin and I are engaged,” she blurted suddenly, swiping a hand down her face.
I froze, chips halfway t
