C13 Love of my life, Nutella.

"Here, take these." Uncle Tobias says, handing me a glass of water and some toast. I gingerly hold the toast away from me —

"I hate toast."

He raises one brow at me.

"Eat the damn toast, you need to sober up."

"Eat the damn toast, you need to sober up." I mimic him, taking a bite from the corner of the toast. I chew down on it, hating the way it tastes.

"You're exactly like your father