I had been so nervous when I went into Mr. Durvo’s office to give my statement. He and his wife asked that I provide as much detail as possible and ways to prove the harassment. They wanted more than just my word so they could use it against Trevor, and even if he gets off by some impossible means for what he’s done in the last two days, they can get a restraining order for me.
It was hard to think back to all the times in the last year he’s harassed me. And while I don’t have much proof, I told them our building has security cameras in the elevators, stairs, and at each end of the hallways. Mr. Durvo seemed happy to hear that and paused our conversation to call someone to talk to the building owner about getting tapes from the last year for review.
I was suddenly very grateful that all Clay and I did in the elevator was make out. I didn’t need his aunt and uncle seeing more than that. He may have a casual and close enough relationship that he doesn’t care about discussing his sexual
