Epilogue
About Three Months Later
Britta wrapped the soft green scarf her mother had knitted for her carefully around her neck. She zipped up her coat even though she was already warm in anticipation of whatever Milo had planned for the day. It was ten o’clock and unseasonably mild for January first, which Britta was grateful for since Milo had told her they’d be outside for the activity. A few seconds ago she'd watched Milo pull into her driveway and could barely keep herself from running down the steps to meet him. He'd been planning this night for two weeks, at least that's when he'd asked Britta if she would go on a date with him on New Year's Day that would be full of surprises. No matter how much she begged, Milo wouldn't give in or give her any hints.
Milo knocked on the front do
