"The management team is going to release a statement," he said. "It’ll be short and non-specific. It'll redirect the narrative. They wanted to know who you are and whether they should contact you directly."
I stared at him. "Your management team wanted to contact me?"
"I told them no. That goes through me, through us."
I sat with that for a moment. I thought of the very simple fact of him placing himself between me and whatever machine operated around his public life. He did it quietly, without making a fuss about it, as if it were simply the obvious thing.
I was shocked.
"Thank you," I said.
"Don't thank me," he smiled. "Eat something before school. You're going to need it."
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When the car dropped me at school, I almost asked the driver to turn around. My heart was beating so fast
