And just like I did in the midst of her panic attack, she reaches out and takes my fisted hand between hers. “He doesn’t matter.” I look up and glare at Levi, and she takes a hand and puts it on my cheek. “Hey. . .hey,” she says, then leans in and softer, “tell me three body parts you see.” I blink, look down, and her eyes twinkle. I immediately break, relax, and feel a slight smile crawl across my face. In an instant, with one softly spoken sentence, Emmy has saved me.
