Willow’s P.O.V.
“Are you sure you don’t want to walk?” I asked.
“I will be fine, plus that drained me,” Jessie replied.
“OK, but if you experience another attack, tell me,” I sigh, relenting to him.
Jessie smiled, “I promise.”
I smiled back and watched him with a wary eye as he climbed back on the horse. How did I miss the signs? I figured he was hiding something, but I would’ve never guessed it was a panic attack. After he got seated in the saddle, I turned and climbed on to mine.
I quickly turned back towards Jessie.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yes, Willow. I’m good.” Jessie groaned.
I realize I’m annoying him with nonstop badgering, but that scared the hell out of me. My biggest fear when the horse spooked was him falling off and getting hurt. I never imagined it would send him int
