Portia
"I'm sorry," I blubber. "I'm so sorry that happened."
"That didn't just happen," he spits. "Don't you get it? They did it. They made it happen. Your brothers. Your fiancé." He shakes his head then, abruptly releasing his hold on my hair and stepping backward so I fall forward onto my hands.
He turns away, walking to the sink.
I watch from my place on the floor as he turns on the tap and washes his face, mutters a curse into the towel he uses to dry himself.
Cerberus whines from the corner.
"I'm sorry," I say again. "I'm sorry I said those things to you when I knew you hadn't touched me. I'm sorry that my brothers hurt your family like they did. I'm so sorry that it was my family who did that to yours. I'm sorry.." I trail off, sitting back on my heels, thinking, blubbering now
