CHAPTER 58
Timing was not my ally. It had never been in my life. A few months, I told myself... I’ll wait for the Christmas holidays to pass. I couldn’t let the bomb blow up during the family yuletide celebration.
In the meantime, I still tried to contact Peter through his e-mail address, the one he had always used to communicate with me since his departure. Then I also tried to call him in America and on his private number. Nothing, no reply. Maybe he was moving around promoting his album; from his website he didn’t seem to be on tour or visiting other countries.
Instead the bomb had blown up on me. Devastating, disruptive, cruel. While trying in every way to avoid them, I was used to seeing Peter on the covers of gossip magazines with beautiful women. Actresses, singers, models especi
