"That you know of," Fred said again, and he felt like he was beating the proverbial dead horse. She sodding well knew how he felt about it, didn't she? "And even if he didn't, it doesn't mean he wouldn't have. I know he's your family, Verity, but ... " Fred shook his head and then stood up, suddenly itching to yell and going to the kitchen for another beer instead.
All they'd done, all they'd fought for. All they'd lost. Fred couldn't accept anyone who'd stood on the other side of that line, even if it was just a toe over the line. Fred was willing to accept a lot of things, but beneath it there was right, and there was wrong, and Trevor had had a choice.