C38 Chapter 38

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