Chapter 107 Gift Giving
- "I don't know why you're so anxious," my mom leans against my door and says, and I sigh.
- "Mom, I don't have a Christmas gift for him." I mutter to myself as I repack my bag.
- For my trip with Kent, I had to visit my apartment, do laundry, prepare a new bag, and head to the airport. It wasn't the packing that made my stomach churn, but the pressure I placed on myself.