If someone had told Beatrix that behind the smirks and sneaky comments that Rhys made was a broken man she would have laughed at the person.
She couldn't believe that Rhys had to go through something so traumatic at such a young age. Her heart ached for him and tears welled up in her eyes.
She had always seen Rhys as the life of the party, the one who never took anything seriously, but now she realized that it was all a facade. He was just trying to hide the pain and hurt that he carried within himself.
She knew he had his demons but never in her wildest dream did she think it was this bad.
God he was beyond broken. Who could do such a heartless thing to a kid still mourning the death of his parents.
He was so emotionally drained by the time they got back to his place, but she didn't expect him to talk.
She could see that he was still finding it difficult to look into her eyes. The shame he felt was too much to bear and she didn't force him.
