Chapter 2

Trev winked at me and headed to the door. Before leaving, he turned to face me again. “Any luck with Brandon?”

I cleared my throat and turned back to my computer. “We’re having dinner at IHOP tomorrow. It’s our once a week check-in to see how the other’s doing.” Pure bullshit, in my opinion, since we were both miserable. We just couldn’t seem to get past the elephant in the room.

“Don’t give up. You love him, and he loves you. He’s worth it, so keep trying. You’ll get over yourself and get through this.” I saw Trev’s sympathetic gaze, and it was almost too much to bear.

“Get outta here.”

“You’re welcome,” he said as he left.

* * * *

I got home around eight that night. Since it was Friday, the other residents of the trailer park were having a bonfire and cookout in the open area I’d cleared out for that purpose years ago. The chill of winter was still in the air, but it was tolerable. I parked Dave—my old Dodge pickup—near the other vehicles and ambled toward the crowd.