An Affair to Remember.
In his room trying to clean up, Trevor experienced a small epiphany; he did not remember the last time he went on a real date. He’d had one-night stands over the past few decades, but those were more of mutual tension relief than what he would call a meaningful relationship. Holy crap, I’ve not had a proper date since Betty Longenacher, at barely thirteen. Did I even go on that one?
Had he been punishing himself all these years for his parents’ deaths? Did he blame himself for his mother’s overdose? Logically he knew it couldn’t be his fault. At only thirteen, still wet behind the ears… but the subconscious mind can be a little harder to convince. Perhaps all this crap he put himself through was his way of penance, self-flagellation, punishment for his parents’ dea
