Perhaps I am a calloused bastard but I was taken for a serious ride by someone pretending on the Internet for nearly three years. It cost me financially and moreso emotionally. I even let this person into my family. Trevor's selfishness and attention-whoring just ripped opened what had been healing well.
My cynicism goes so far as to think he drunkenly broke his ankle ("coming home from the pub") and simply made up the whole 'somebody carried me home to create another wave of attention for himself. Mystery man my butt. Think about it, how else would the newspaper have gotten the story except from Trevor himself.
Quite honestly Grace, this "Trevor" person could drop dead tomorrow and I wouldn't care anymore than I would about any other stranger that dies on any given day. While I do not wish anything evil upon him, I am certainly not going to extend him any other thought either.
Sorry Granny if the above attitude disappoints you but it is the way I feel. Your heart is obviously bigger than mine.