Chapter 43

“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?”