Clarice hurried forward.
The woman took a bottle of medicine from her pocket, but she didn't take it firm, and the bottle rolled into the gap of the sofa.
She was already gasping for air, her lips turning purple, and collapsed onto the sofa.
It seemed like an asthma attack?
Clarice helped the woman sit up and retrieved the medicine bottle from the gap. She handed her the inhaler, and reminded her, “Breathe in, hold your breath.” After repeating this a few times, the woman’s breathing gradually slowed, and her face returned to normal.
In her panic, Clarice’s hairstyle had become disheveled. But she paid it no mind, only asking, “How do you feel now?”
“Much better, thank you. My name is Charlotte, and you are?”
“I’m Clarice Hall.” Clarice remembered what Mike had said, “Are you Mr. Mo
