VICTORIA'S POV
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"What can I do?" Ryder asks, his offer genuine as can come. I bite back the urge to scream my groan. He wants to help, that's all. That's what I keep telling myself as I pull off the stupid white blazer I had chosen.
"Nothing," I rasp, feeling breathless as panic settles on my chest heavily. I just need to breathe, that's all. I need to sit and breathe, but I don't have time.
"Tori," Ryder says my name demandingly, calling for attention, but I can't stop. If I stop moving, I will crumble and wither away in the tears that will spill.
"I just need to find something appropriate to wear," I say. Not even a professional, clean look feels appropriate for court in this matter.
"Can you just stop?" Ryder asks, touching my arm. I flinch away, freezing as I realize what I'd
