Chapter 1
Two weeks later
Good morning. I’m Ryan. The cantankerous, scarred man, always waiting for the facial plastic surgery that’s able to make him less sharp-tempered. To tell the truth, I have more roughness inside than out and surgery can’t do much for that. I still have a few things to fix and, most of all, I can’t wait for the doctors to tell me it’s time to cover this scar that crosses my face, even if I don’t know when the surgery will happen. They say the tissue isn’t ready yet, and I’m fed up. It turns out, it isn’t only a muscular issue. Instead, it’s the kind of scar—horrific, wrinkled—that’s difficult to fix. I realize sometimes I’m impossible, but it’s also true I’m trying to be more accommodating. It’s not easy to become a marshmallow when you have hard skin. And when th
