"I..." Verity watched Gretchen move around the kitchen and frowned. The redhead didn't need to know her business, but she couldn't stop at least some of the story from spilling out. "We had a fight. About Trevor."
She turned away from Gretchen and poked at the egg cooking in the pan. "I didn't have anywhere else to go," she pursed her lips together to keep from making a sad noise, then stopped and turned back to Gretchen, her brow furrowed. "Hey, how come Trevor has guards on his house?"