Chapter 60 Panic Attack

• Reed
• Zinnia was sleeping peacefully, or as peacefully as one can after enduring the nightmare she had. The room was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. I sat in the chair beside her bed, watching her breathe, the steady rise and fall of her chest a small comfort in the chaos that had consumed our lives.
• She was healing, bit by bit. Her physical wounds were mending, though the emotional scars were another matter. Every day, I saw glimpses of the old Zinnia—the fierce, indomitable spirit that had drawn me to her in the first place. But then, there were moments when the fear and pain from her captivity would surge back, like a wave crashing over her.