Owen moves toward me, takes my hand, and pulls me around to the side of the house. He positions me with my back against the side of the house and stands directly in front of me, leaning down so his eyes are level with mine. Through the blackness of my vision, I can only see the center of his face, his eyes, and I’m trying to catch my breath, but I can’t. I can’t breathe, and I’m trying to see him through my tears, but it’s all a jumbled up mess, and I’m afraid I might actually suffocate. Through the haze I hear, “Slow, long, deep breaths.”
