Chapter 25Tom Alan drove down to Ben’s that first night back in New York, in a car his papa rented on his credit card. He sighed. He’d see Milo the next morning at practice for certain, but he wasn’t at all sure if he would see him that night. Per their agreement, the pair hadn’t spoken—not one single word—in almost three weeks.
Tom Alan actually got half a day back by traveling east to west. As long as he could stay awake, he’d put that time to good use. Officially, New Year’s Eve was several days off still. But he was hoping to celebrate the day early, in both Japanese style—he’d brought a handmade New Year’s card for Milo—and the American way, with a smooch at midnight. On December 29th.
Tom Alan took a deep breath, got the key out from its hiding spot, the one Ben had told him about,
