“It’s my birthday, and I want to die,” Byron groaned as he struggled out of bed in the morning.

Emily was horrified for a moment. “Don’t say that!”

“Oh, sorry, I don’t mean literally,” he corrected, “I promised I would tell you if I ever felt suicidal again.”

“And you haven’t?” she asked tensely.

“Not yet. I just don’t want to celebrate growing older.”

Emily got up too and searched her dresser ...