The next morning, I turned in bed, my hands searching for Trevor. When I couldn’t find him, I popped my head up finding that his side was empty.
Furrowing my eyebrows, the door opened right on time. Trevor entered the room with a tray filled with food.
“I brought you some Chamomile tea, Rex suggested it.”
“Thank you,” I breathe, sitting up and he places it gently on my lap. He takes a seat near the edge of the bed and watches me.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him, and he nods.
He looked a little nervous, an emotion I rarely saw in Trevor.
“You wanna go out for octopus tonight?”
“Uh, sure,” I reply.
“Great, I’ll pick you up after work then,” he replies and I tilt my head.
“What’s wrong, Trevor?”
“Nothing. Don’t forget you have your appointments today.”
“I can’t forget, you keep re
