CHAPTER THIRTY
You’re not broken.
Charlotte kept those words close. She trusted Trev and would hold onto his view of her until she could find her own way.
It was after midnight and she was alone. After his kiss, which was imprinted on her lips, they’d gone back inside and talked for a long time, holding hands on the sofa. No more kisses, but the change between them was real. Trev knew her fears and her past and he still cared for her. It didn’t need saying.
Over the remains of their beers he’d filled her in on his dinner with Rosie.
“I’m staying there tonight and will help her in the morning. Get those filing cabinets upright and bring all the files into the house. Then I need to head back, so are you able to help her sort them?”
“Of course. Keeping precious memories alive matters. I
