Chapter 65

Alistair

I won’t lie; I was nervous when Clara and I sat down to dinner with my parents, but I’m not anymore. Quite the contrary, I’m amused. My little author is mirroring my mother by picking up the exact same cutlery in her attempt to act like fancy dinners aren’t new to her.

The best part? It’s driving my mother mad. I can tell from how the blood vessel in her forehead seems to grow larger ever