Then my eyes fell on a picture of Noah and I that rested on my dresser. We had it taken in one of those little booths in the mall. I was grinning like an idiot and he was making rabbit ears behind my head. Before I knew what I was doing, I had crossed the room. The cheap picture frame shattered against the back of the door, scattering glittering shards of glass across the floor. I stood there, still feeling numb, until Leith appeared in the doorway with a worried look on his handsome face. My chest ached and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. An intense feeling of fear settled over me making me light headed. This had happened often enough for me to know that it was just a panic attack. Knowing that did not keep my world from closing in on me. I couldn’t seem to draw a full breath around the burning pain in the center of my chest. “Ada?” Leith glanced at the shattered frame that lay on the floor at his feet. He gave me a wry look of understanding. I drew a gasping breath. Hot tears of frustration and hurt were coursing down my cheeks and my hands were shaking. He hopped nimbly over my mess and made his way to my side. He was still barefoot, I noted dimly. I shook my head and dashed away the stupid tears with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry,”
