“I know you’re upset,” Trevor rubs his forehead, placing a hand on his hip.
I sat on the bed, my hands folded on my lap as he paced the room. He stops for a moment and stares at me expectantly.
“What is your take on all of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“What would you like to do?” He elaborates.
“I- I don’t know,” I sigh, “I honestly just won’t be . . . I won’t be comfortable at the Manor, Trevor,”
“I know you feel safer, and you believe that it’s the best thing to do at this time but I can’t.”
A long, anxiety-filled silence falls between us before Trevor places his hand on either side of his hip. I open my mouth to speak but hesitate. Every second that passed only increased the tension between us, and the last thing I wanted to do was infuriate him further.
“I think Rex and Carina
