Noelle
I left Trevor snuggled in my bed watching cartoons and slipped across the hall to knock lightly on Robert’s door.
He was quick to answer it, pulling it open with an anxious, tortured look on his face.
Oh, Trevor, if you could see your dad right now, if you could read the worry in his eyes, you would understand how deeply he cares for you…
“Is he okay?” Robert asked.
“He’s upset,” I said frankly, “but I’ve got him settled down. Can we talk?”
He wanted to say no. I could see it. He wanted to shut me out. But then he relented, and opened the door wide so that I could enter his room.
He shut the door, crossed the room, and sat on the bed, propping himself on the headboard and stretching out his long, muscular legs in front of him.
Where was I supposed to sit then? I felt like t
