“I don't know how you are acting so calm about this Trevor,” I place a hand over my forehead and swallow hard, “these people are here to talk about their dead son, that we killed.”
“Even if they are here to talk about their dead son, I killed him, Ocean, not we. Don’t put that blame upon yourself. They know better than to attack me in my own home,” Trevor nonchalantly dries his hair while staring in the mirror and I take a deep breath. It was really going to take me a while to get used to this life.
Trevor and I had the Black’s seated with a few refreshments as we got ready upstairs. They didn’t say exactly what they wanted to discuss, but we – well I – was on high alert. I felt extremely nervous, I mean it's not every day that the parents of a deceased man that your boyfriend killed bec
