The next day, Tobin sat with him again.
And the day after that.
Soon, they were meeting several times a week.
Tobin helped Milo with algebra, but according to Celeste, he did much more than that.
He started eating lunch with him whenever Milo was having a bad day.
If the other boys made comments, Tobin stayed beside him.
When Milo wanted to quit an advanced science class because he was convinced he wasn’t smart enough, Tobin spent an entire Saturday helping him prepare for the next test.
“I didn’t know any of this,” I whispered.
“I figured you didn’t.”
“How long did he help him?”
“Almost a year.”
My eyes filled.
Tobin had lived under my roof.
I’d asked him how school was almost every night.
