"Is there anything I can do to help, Ms. Devila?" Rex asks, as we drive back to my apartment and I tiredly shake my head.
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm fine, Rex."
"Okay." He reads into the mood and remains quiet for the rest of the ride.
There's a fine line between denial and truth.
I was just leaning on pure denial.
Whether I wanted to believe it or not, Trevor did do this for me. He got rid of Dain, who abused, r***d, and well killed our unborn child.
And for these past few months I thought that maybe if I. . . Sought his killer I would be more than just the psychopath who was happy that her ex-boyfriend was dead.
I felt guilty for being pleased that he was murdered, part of me found joy in it. So I pushed those feelings away, and replaced it with what I thought would be the sensibl
