"What’s wrong?" Robert asks, picking up my phone.
I can't speak.
I’m trying to say something, but the words are stuck in my throat. Panic grips me, and I can’t breathe. I need to hold myself together before I have a full-blown panic attack.
Robert listens to Ger on the other end of the phone. His face tightens with urgency as he scoops me off the ground and rushes me to his car. My chest feels tight, and each breath is a struggle.
"Rob, what’s going on?" Leslie asks, appearing beside him, trying to touch me.
Traitor.
I don't want to see either of them. I force myself to inhale deeply, and slowly, my breathing starts to return to normal.
"No, Robert, stop!" I shout once I can finally find my voice.
"Pree, we need to get you home. We have to check on your mom," he says, his tone firm
