I wasn’t so sure. Right now, I just felt like returning to Laurel Canyon and coaching kids. It’d be easier that way. More stable. Maybe I’d find my feet.
“I’m not sure I will, Jeff. If I had a series to work on, it’d be something long term. Something concrete. I could handle that, but right now…I just need to land…somewhere. I ran off to Hollywood in a haste. Maybe it was a mistake.”
Jeff took my hand.
“You need sleep. You need time to recover from all this. You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”
But as he held my hand, I felt nothing. His touch had never failed to electrify me before, but now It had. Absolutely nothing.
It was the last day on set. I had suffered through the past four days somehow. After Bill’s dramatic re-entry into my life, I’d felt ashamed to show my face on set. I quickly learnt that everyone was on my side though — I was pampered beyond belief by hair and make-up. And my co-actors all came up and said encouraging things.
Still, I felt vulnerable. Even more vulnerable maybe than when I’d found Bill with that prostitute. Now I had a new life, a completely different life but I didn’t know what to do with it.
