Todos os capítulos de A BEAUTIFUL KIND OF WRONG: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

CHAPTER TWOThree days later, Owen was running.His boss had called just as he was packing up to leave. A client had relapsed. Hospital. Crisis. Someone needed to meet him before the night shift changed over.Owen grabbed his coat and left without hesitation. That was the job. That was the commitment.The rain had started while he was in the meeting. Now it was coming down hard, and Owen's shoes were soaked through. He was trying to flag down a taxi, but it was rush hour. Everyone wanted one. The train station was three blocks away, but there was no guarantee the next train would come in time.He started walking faster, then jogging, his bag bouncing against his side.That's when he collided with someone stepping out of a doorway.Owen went flying forward. His bag dropped. Papers scattered everywhere. He caught himself against a wall, breathing hard, ready to apologize or curse or maybe both.A man was already on his knees picking up Owen's scattered papers, moving quickly despite the

CHAPTER FOURBy the following week, Owen and Lucas had fallen into an inseparable bond. Owen would find excuses to stop by Roots between clients. Lucas would have something waiting, a special he'd made, a coffee, sometimes just a few minutes to sit and talk in the quiet before the dinner rush.They talked about everything. Lucas told Owen about growing up in Central America, about the journey to the States with his siblings, about the early years when they had almost nothing. Owen talked about his work, about the heaviness of holding people's grief, about his family cutting him off when he came out.He'd never told anyone that before. Never let anyone see how much it still hurts.One evening, after Roots had closed, Lucas invited Owen upstairs to the apartment above the restaurant. It was small but lived-in, with photos on the walls and cookbooks everywhere. Lucas made tea and they sat on the couch, and for the first time, they weren't talking about work or food or loss.They were jus