C32 chapter 32

Clyde

“Happy birthday!”

I yelped, jolting at my mom's sudden cheer. Nothing felt happy about this birthday—except to her, apparently.

“Thank you,” I managed, steadying my breathing as I pulled on my shirt.

“I can’t believe you’re twenty. You stayed nineteen forever,” she teased, running a comb through my hair.

“I know, right?” I muttered, tugging on my socks