“Iris?”
My eyes fluttered open at the gentle tap on my cheek. I saw Garett’s worried face. I was now lying on his bed. He was sitting beside me, leaning slightly, both of his arms resting at my side.
“You passed out again.”
Right, when I shut my eyes—the face of the man who abused me flashed in my mind. That’s when I reached my breaking point and could no longer control the intense panic.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. God, I’m so sorry.” Garett muttered, guilt written all over his face as he smacked his forehead.
I pushed myself up and held his hand. “You don’t have to apologize. None of this is your fault.”
“No, it is. You’ve been making so much progress, and I ruined it. Damn it… I’m the one who said we’d take baby steps, but in the end I’m also the reason it feels like
