Jill felt completely alone. She struggled to breathe as the physical pain and the emotional turmoil of the last couple of days caught up with her. The tears didn’t come; she was too numb. Her limbs felt heavy and holding herself upright was proving to be difficult. She should follow Alex, but found she didn’t have the strength to put one foot in front of the other. She slumped against the door, still fighting for breath, wondering if this is what a panic attack felt like. As she struggled, her body slowly slid down the length of the door until she was lying in a heap against it. Her breaths were coming out in short gasps as she struggled to take in enough oxygen. Her vision began to blur, and she felt like she was walking down a dark tunnel. She struggled to push aside the blackness, but f
