Cam
I have no idea what time it is when my phone rings. Late, certainly. I tried to wait up for her response, but I must have fallen asleep.
“You okay?” I mumble, still half-asleep.
But she doesn’t respond.
I sit up straight, pressing the phone closer to my ear. “Aspen?”
“I…” She’s breathing heavily. I jump out of bed, scrambling to put on clothes. I glance at my alarm clock—three AM. I’m definitely going to have to sneak out. “…can’t… breathe.”
Fuck. She’s having a panic attack. I throw open the window and glance down. My room is on the second floor—quite the jump. “I’m right here,” I tell her as calmly as I can manage under the circumstances. “Talk to me, Aspen. Where are you?”
“’m… home.” She’s not just hyperventilating; she’s… sobbing.
I curse under my breath. I’m going to ha
