Trevor’s POV

On another day, I’d berate myself for ignorantly letting someone sneak up on me like this, but my limbs all ache, shooting pain up my arms and thighs. A conviction in my heart tells me that I’d give a lot for this pain to matter enough to make a decent dent in the one I feel inside, which it doesn’t. Sweat forms a sheen on my forehead and neck, and rolls down my chest and back, soaking the black sleeveless shirt I have on.

Swallowing my pants with a heaving chest, I take Kevin in before turning back to the bag. I don’t want him here, but he...