Buzzer Hour

“I don’t know why I did it, Hav, it was a mistake, " Trevor said to me a few moments after the psych told him he could respond.

“I told you I didn’t want you to go to that party,” I replied looking down at my hands. I was no longer making eye contact with him.

“I know,” he too now looking down at his hands.

“And what do you do?” Crying now and moving my hands in the air like I still can’t believe it— part of me couldn’t— now looking directly at him, “You go off with that girl.”

“I was drunk. We just graduated college,” he’s still looking down.

“Yeah, we just graduated college. And we got married before that. You proved everyone right by doing this. None of them thought we would make it.”

“Nothing happened with her, I swear to you. She just took me up to her bedroom. I stopped it, I swear,” he looked up at me now.

“You should have stopped it before the bedroom,” I whispered while putting my face in my hands.

“Haven, I—”

Riiiiinnnnng! “The hour is up. See you next week.”

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