Theo leaned back against the couch, the phone pressed tight to his ear. Liam's voice came through, low and steady, but it only made Theo's chest feel heavier.
"Liam… just tell me the truth." His voice cracked with hesitation. "Did I… ever force myself on Daisy before?"
There was silence on the other end for a moment. Theo's throat tightened, his grip on the phone damp with sweat. "I need to know. This morning… I mean… she—she panicked. And I swear, even after all these years, I can't believe I'd ever be that kind of scumbag. Please… tell me I wasn't."
Liam sighed, his tone carrying the weight of something Theo wasn't ready for. "Well, I don't know about your bed story, will I? But as far as I observed… no. Seventy percent, no?"
Relief flickered briefly in Theo's eyes until Liam's next words dropped like a stone.
"And… if you're saying she's panicked… Maybe it's because of her trauma. She's not ready to have another one."
