Layla stood under the hot spray of the water feeling raw and exposed. She didn’t regret the s*x because she’d known that would be great, but it was supposed to be good-bye s*x and he’d made it feel like make-up s*x. Or welcome home s*x. She couldn’t believe that he’d gotten her so wound up that she’d told him about her panic attacks. She’d never told anyone about them except for her therapist and Charlie and Felicity. People who wouldn’t judge her.
After she’d told Phin, she’d seen the look in his eyes. Knew he’d never look at her the same. She was broken, and he couldn’t reconcile that image with the girl he knew. She understood that because she couldn’t reconcile that part of her with who she knew herself to be. Panic attacks made her feel weak, like less of a person because she couldn’
