Chapter 25

Christopher hustled Henry off into their bedroom. He was speaking quietly in his son’s ear as they walked, and Henry was listening intently. I was humiliated to know they had heard Emil’s poisonous words. I felt diminished, and now the symptoms of a panic attack were curling around my chest.

In the meantime, as I fought the attack, trying desperately to breathe deeply and keep my mind clear, I felt Christopher’s hand on my back.

“Okay, Frank, let’s take a walk. One step at a time. Slowly. Deliberately. And breathe. I’ve been reading up on this. I know what to do.”

I listened, latching on to his every word, and felt his hand rubbing circles on my back. He was throwing me a lifeline, and I grabbed on to it greedily. I wasn’t going to let Emil drag me down and drown me. I wasn’t that Frank anymore.