Dori MacAllister Trevelyan. Dori Trevelyan. Dori looked out at Trev’s congregation and remembered how as a child and teen she had yearned to be a Trevelyan. Then she would feel she belonged, and the world would know she belonged. She would no longer be the one in the family with the different name. Not that Pop and Honey had ever done anything to make her feel unwanted. In fact, they had done all the right things to make her feel included. Not only had they told her they loved her; they had shown her. They had come to her school plays, listened to her school concerts, and cheered at her field hockey games with the same faithfulness and enthusiasm they had given to Trev and Phil. They had listened to her opinions with respect even when they disagreed with her reasoning, and they wrapped their arms around her and hugged her with embarrassing frequency, regardless of where they were. Then the miracle of miracles had happened, and Trev married her with promises of undying love. Surely now she would belong for she was finally and undeniably a Trevelyan.
