~Reo's~

“Don’t touch me,” Jennie gasps. Her voice is so paper-thin as she presses herself against the side of the couch.

I freeze.

Her fingers are trembling, digging into her own palms. Her chest rises and falls too fast…too shallow. Her face is pale, and her lips are parted like she can’t get air into her lungs. Her phone lies forgotten on the floor beside her, the screen still lit.

I carefully step closer. “O’Neal?” I whisper. “What’s wrong—?”

Her head snaps up. Her eyes are wide, and wild. “I—I don’t know,” she breathes out. “I just… I can’t… I can’t breathe.”

My stomach drops. The room feels colder suddenly,...