For a brief, frozen moment, I stood in the center of the studio, completely stunned.
A barrage of confused thoughts raced through my head. Did she have some deeply rooted psychological issue with physical proximity? Or did the mere idea of being close to me repulse her so intensely that she physically couldn't stomach it? We had been laughing and goofing around just seconds ago.
"Avery!" I called out, abandoning the photographer and sprinting out of the studio after her.
I found her just outside the side entrance of the building, slumped against a cold brick wall. Her arms were wrapped violently tight around her own torso, her knees shaking as her chest heaved with rapid, shallow breaths. She was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack.
Instinct took over. I rushed forward, reaching
