Taewon/Circuit Ghost/C.G.'s POV

Flashback: age, 16

I tiptoe quietly down the dimly lit hallway toward Brit's room. It's late—well past midnight—but the thought of sitting down with her has been nagging me ever since my birthday. That was two weeks ago. Brit's own birthday isn’t far off, maybe a month away, and I need to figure out where we stand before then. Mom always insists gifts should be personal, meaningful. How the hell am I supposed to choose one if I ...