Chapter 36

Doubling over, he wailed into his own arms and blankets. Screaming. Crying. Cursing and shivering. His abdomen ached. His head pounded. If he’d had the ability to eat anything that day, he probably would have vomited. Instead, his empty stomach twisted into knots. And breathing became an exercise in contradictions. He could neither get enough air nor stop quickly inhaling and exhaling. If this wasn’t a panic attack, he didn’t know what one could be.

It took everything Dakota had to turn on a bedside lamp so that he wouldn’t be wrapped up in darkness.

He hardly noticed when Kenna crept into the room and sat on the edge of his bed. She didn’t need to ask to know what happened. So, she made no attempt at it. Her arm found its way around him, and she pressed her face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” He sniffed.