Jen’s voice was so soft he hardly realised she was speaking. “I know it isn’t easy. Tristan knows it isn’t easy, but you can’t go around assuming people are judging you when, in fact, they are not.”
“You don’t know shit.”
She shrugged. “I know what people thought when Paul first moved here. I know there was a lot of crap to begin with, not that Tristan would talk about it, but there was. It took a few years; I’ll give you that. But when Paul fucked up and Tristan moved out to the cabin, the town was there for him. And now? This town wouldn’t be the same without Tristan, and people appreciate him for who he is.”
Aiden wanted to scream at her to shut up. She clearly didn’t know what she was talking about, but his mind stumbled on something. “Who the fuck is Paul?”
“Tristan’s husband—former husband.ardquo;
The kitchen swam before Aiden’s eyes. Tristan’s what?