"Do you still love me?"
"I..I think so," Trevor said slowly, dropping his face to his hands. "I mean, whatever this has been, it has remained steady."
"Whatever this has been?" I repeated, my stomach clenching. "You used to say you love me. Now you don't know if you ever did?"
I desperately wanted Trevor to correct me, to say that he had misspoken. To assure me that he loved me. That wasn't what happened. Instead, he tried to swallow a little sob and looked up, his beautiful blue eyes awash with tears and his bottom lip trembling.
"I feel like I'm being forced into a role I didn't study for," my mate whispered haltingly. "I don't feel like I belong here anymore."