Callum looked at the sitting area. His stuff was neatly stowed away in a couple of rucksacks. “I don’t exactly have much.”
He’d left a lot of his stuff at home, but he could imagine Molly and his Mum getting rid of it all now that they’d disowned him; not that he needed any of it.
“I’ll still help.” Ezra put a bowl of rice and chilli in front of Callum.
“Thanks Ezra.”
“Any time. I willnevernot be there for you again.”
It was comforting to know that Ezra would be there for him, like a safety net.
“There’s one more thing.”
“Keep them coming,” Ezra said with a chuckle.
“I was thinking it was time to get a new tattoo. You said before that you wanted to design one for me… I’d like that, if you still want to.”
Ezra raised his eyebrows. “I’d love to. What did you have in mind?”
Callum shrugged. “Something to symbolise the fact that I finally know who I am.”
Ezra nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a very vague brief, but I think I can come up with something. Give me a few days, okay?”
“Sure.”
Callum began to eat. Even though his emotions were still raw, he felt a lot more grounded than he had before. Ezra was right—he’d achieved a lot in a short space of time. Ezra and Dylan had both had a large hand to play in that, but so had he. For the first time in a long time the future didn’t seem like a scary place, and the troubles of his past were something he would be able to close the door on soon.
