Sireen’s POV
I want to say; “No, thank you, I’ve got it handled,” but Trevor doesn’t wait a second before he rips the wheelchair out of my hand and turns all of his attention to the footrest I was fighting with.
“This didn’t come with a manual?” Trevor asks with a frown, his eyes momentarily leaving the pieces in his hands to look at the bag I brought it out from…the ones I discarded on the floor. As he does that, his long black hair falls over his face, and he ignores it even though it’s forming a shade over his left eye.
It doesn’t really sound like he expects an answer from me, but I still clear my throat and speak.
“No. Not even a carton. Well, maybe it did, but it must have been thrown out with the carton. If you can’t figure it out, give it back. I’ll do it, and you can go back
