I'm sitting on this bench and I can't believe that a few hours ago I picked up Wesley. While meanwhile he was beating that poor girl. I was ready to believe that this was all a set up. Simply because I didn't want to believe that I had been dumb enough to fall in love with a man capable of the worst horrors. I'm so mad at myself even though I know it can't be me that Wesley beat that girl up. I didn't tell him. Or maybe someone I talked to about it.

Immediately, my mind sends me back to Laila. Like me, she didn't want to believe that...