I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room as the reality of the assault began to sink in. Trevor took my hand for the first time since I woke up and squeezed it with profound regret.
“Please forgive me for doubting your loyalty,” he whispered while tears finally fell from his eyes. Before we could even process the grief together, Patricia burst into the room with her rosary held tight.
“Madeline, I beg you not to destroy my son’s life over a simple misunderstanding,” Patricia pleaded with me. “Just say you were mistaken or that this happened before the accident occurred,” she suggested shamelessly.
Trevor stood up and blocked her path while looking at his mother with utter disgust and disappointment. “My wife was unconscious and unable to defend herself against him,” he reminded her firmly.
“Simon is not a monster and you are ruining this family,” Patricia screamed in response. “Then let him explain why he was pretending to be me while sneaking into this room,” Trevor countered.
