“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head no, hugging my arms under the sweatshirt Trevor had given me. He sat across from me, his hand underneath his chin, while Rex lay, in his back, fast asleep. I could only imagine how exhausted he was.
“You’ve barely said a word since we departed.”
“Because I’m waiting for you to explain, Trevor,” I snapped, and he took a deep breath before releasing it. He rubbed his eyebrows and I realized how tired he looked . . . his hair was a bit messier, and there was a little bag underneath his eyes.
“I know you’re upset, but honestly, Ocean, I’m not exactly sure what’s going on either.”
“Why’d you just ship me off to another country, without any insight whatsoever? And then you took so long to call . . . I was worried.”
“I know, baby,” he breathes, “trust me, I
