Capítulo 57: Chapter 57

I’d write, that’s what I’d do. I’d write, and maybe…I’d heal.

“So, how do you feel?” David brushed something off my cheek. “You had an eyelash there.” He winked. “Come on, kid, it’s gonna be okay. Hey, you’re gonna be a big shot pretty soon, huh? And the boys are gonna be lining up at your door. You’ll be like Truman Capote or something.”

“I doubt Capote had boys lining up at his door.” I sipped my coffee, trying to keep it together. I’d asked David to drive me to the airport because I needed his sense of humor to get me through this. “Anyway, this press is so small, it’s not even on Google.”

“Shut up.” He laughed. “And you’re lying. Listen to me, that’s something you’re gonna have to change if you want to make it in Toronto—this modesty thing. Look at you, you’re one of the most fuckable guys I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, right.” I sighed, fidgeting with my cup.

“Wow, that jerk really did a number on your head, didn’t he?”