Julius
I woke to the sound of panicked breathing beside me.
My eyes snapped open immediately, years of business instinct kicking in. It was clear that something was wrong.
Jane sat upright in my bed, the sheet clutched to her chest, her breathing rapid and shallow and her face pale.
"Jane?" I sat up, reaching for her instinctively.
She flinched away from my touch, and that small movement hit me harder than it should have.
"I can't—I shouldn't—" Her words tumbled out in fragments, her chest heaving. "Oh God, what did I do? What did we—"
She was having a panic attack. I recognized it immediately. I had seen enough high-pressure executives crack under stress to know the signs, but this wasn't business.
This was personal, and seeing Jane like this, terrified and spiraling, sent a pr
