Chapter 8

Trevor shook his head.

“Wasn’t really possible back then. And I think even if it was, it

wouldn’t have solved the main problem. So anyway, we got home that

night, and I told Gary I was setting him free. We argued, ended up

sleeping in separate beds. But…deep down we both knew it was the

right thing.”

“Lisa had met someone

else, but she wasn’t too happy with him. Within six months of Gary

moving out he was engaged to Lisa. About a year after that they

were married with a kid on the way. I got an invite to the wedding.

I went but couldn’t stay. I know it’s customary to cry at weddings,

though I don’t think the custom extends to ex-boyfriends of the

groom.

“Now and again I’d see

Gary around town pushing his daughter in her push-chair. We’d say

hello, but I needed to keep a distance, to, well, keep myself sane.

I’d just come out of the supermarket one day, trolley full of the

weekly shopping when I almost ran into a double-buggy thing. Gary