CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Travis wakes up in the middle of the night. He can’t breathe. He struggles to draw in a breath, gets up on his knees. Heart pumping. Struggles to stand trying to draw a breath. Tries to suck in air as he breaks through the fucken stupid portable clothes hanger trying to get to the window. He undoes the latch, pushes it open draws in huge breaths, heart still pumping, sweat running off his forehead. He pushes back past the clothes hanger. Lies down. Assumes the position, hand over his chest. Breathes in, breathes out, pushing his stomach out and one and two and three and four and five. Again. Breathing in and out, pushing his stomach out and one and two and three and four and five, and his breathing under control now.
Fuck.
They’re coming more often these anxiety attac
