Theo's POV
I hate myself. I'm the worst, mate. My actions caused her pain. "I'm so sorry," I repeat, clinging to her as if my life depends on it. She's still crying and shaking, but she's breathing now.
She's never talked to me about specifics of what they did to her; this is the most she's told me; if she needs to talk about it, I want her to know that she can speak to me, but if it pains her, I don't want her to. Goddess, I can't believe I hurt her.
I lost control for one second. One f*****g second. That's all it took to make the best moment of my life a nightmare for her.
"I'm so sorry."
"Theo…" Laila is trying to catch her breath. "Shhhh…." She stirs some in my arms to look at me. She clears her throat and then looks at me with pleading eyes. "I don't understand what just happen
