“You need to breathe.” It took me a stretched second to realize that Kain’s words were for me. Was he being serious right now? My father’s punch was caught mere centimeters away from his face and he was telling me to breathe? “You’re having a panic attack. Calm down. I’m straight. Your Pops is straight.” Kain looked at my father, eyebrow raised with a look of wary mistrust, before he let go of his fist. “See? Baby, breathe.”
