Chapter 253. The Other Boy.
NICK
I met Drew last Tuesday morning. Meeting him wasn't supposed to be a big thing. Mum was at the family centre for our visit, that's what Mrs. Peterson called it. The family center was like a place where families happened, rather than a beige room with bad chairs.
Drew came with his Dad. I just walked into the lobby part with Mrs. Peterson, and there was a boy about my age or younger than me by a year or two at most sitting on the bench with a notebook in his lap. Our eyes met, and a smile played on my lips.
He wasn't loud. It was an annoying kind of quiet, either, the kind where you can tell someone's thinking about something and doesn't want to lose it. Like if he talked too fast, it would slip away.
He said hi to me. I said hi back.
Mrs. Peterson t
