Claire

Later that night, I was lying in bed, reading the novel we had been assigned for English class when there was a soft tap on my door. I looked up and saw Mum, lingering in the hallway, outside my room.

"You can come in, I won't bite." I joked with her because she had a face riddled with anxiety. She walks into my room and takes a spot on my bed beside me. I close my book and sit up to give her my full attention.

"Your dad and I have been discussing your eighteenth ...