Lying on the floor with her hand on her chest, Moon struggled to breathe, but Joana was having none of it.

Dragging her by her hair, she forced Moon back into a kneeling position. “What did you just say!?” Her eyes were stern and direct.

“I – I…”

“Speak!” Steve thundered, his eyes were narrowed and dark.

“I know where… it is. I will go bring… it.” Moon drew in the air with difficulty, her shoulder slumped; she was having a panic attack.

Joana’s right hand extended. Knowing what was coming, Moon closed her eyes in anticipation and as expected, it landed on her left cheek, making her feel a...