CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
North Milwaukee Avenue in front of the Logan’s Crossing shops was empty. Aside from a few lone pedestrians who walked quickly on their way to their destination, and a single car here and there, Cyrus, Desmond, Rocco, and Luna were alone.
Remnants of rain still hung in the air, and the sound of distant tires against wet pavement the next street over gave the street a desolate soundtrack.
The place where it started. If only Cyrus could go back in time. He would have told his old self—his old, naïve self—that he should have just gone home and suffered Becca's rage instead of buying that damn hot dog and sitting on the bench. Then he never would have met Dr. Thurston, and he would be passed out on Becca's couch now.
His old self. Old…He wasn't even old! He wished for hi
