Chapter 3There was a little voice that resided in the back of Trip’s brain. It was the one that spoke up when it thought he was crossing a line, or about to do something really stupid, or sometimes just because it really, really, really wanted to brass Trip off. When he’d been growing up, it had sounded a lot like his Nan, the one person in his life who looked at him and saw straight through the façade he presented to the world. She’d called him on a lot of s**t back in the day, but after she’d died when he was at uni, the little voice had stopped sounding like her. It simply hurt too much.
The thing of it was…over the years, Trip had become increasingly adept at ignoring that little voice. It had tried holding him back when he’d dropped out of uni in second year to give a go at his photo
