Chapter 47

A tear suddenly trickled from the corner of his eye. If he had stitches in his palm, he couldn’t play guitar in three weeks. There was no way. He’d fucked it up. He had completely ruined his own future.

“Will we have to cancel the shows?” he asked, his voice heavy with emotion.

Macie’s hand was on his shoulder and the look of sympathy deepened in her eyes. “We’ll have to talk with Jake about our options. It was only three stitches. It won’t take you long to heal. But you definitely won’t be able to play during the first week of the tour.”

He was crying now. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so stupid.”

Her voice had a scolding edge it. “Sean, don’t call yourself stupid. I do it enough for both of us.”

He smiled up at her through his tears and she grinned back.

“This was an accident,” she continued. “Sometimes these things just happen. Don’t freak out until we know we can’t fix this.”

He nodded and sniffled.

“Can you sit up?”