There it was, the smile Izzy so loved to see on him. Her heart fluttered every time one graced Trevor’s face. She felt her cheeks grow warm, and looked away, letting the lose part of her hair, which she again wore pulled up in its usual high half-ponytail, fall over her face.
	“That’s what friends are for. Listening without feeling imposed upon, I mean.” She took a deep breath as, once again, her question about the gauze came to mind. “So,” she began, a dark tone to her voice at the thought of [i]anyone[/i] harming him, let alone the people who were supposed to be his parents. Her grip on her walking staff tightened slightly. “Which one hurt you?”