“I—” Gary turned a pair of
anguished eyes up at him.
Trevor almost melted and
forgave him. Almost. “You were my life. When you left—” He shook
his head, unwilling to revisit those dark images.
“You said it was all
right. You let me go.”
“Gary, I loved you. When
people love someone as much as I loved, no, still love you, they
put their happiness first. I knew Lisa and the likelihood of
children would make you happy. Happier than I could. That’s why I
let you go.”
Trevor turned into the
hall and went into his kitchen. He needed a cup of tea—something
stronger—hell, he didn’t know. He felt betrayed. The wound that had
healed years earlier was ripped open again.
Standing at the sink,
looking out at the garden hidden in dark shadows cast by the
advancing twilight, he felt a pair of arms wrap round him. “I’m
sorry.”
Trevor didn’t have the
strength to shrug out of Gary’s embrace. “Why?”
Gary sighed. “Why’d I
leave you, or why am I here now?”