“You can’t leave,” I said, feeling a spark of anxiety I’d never felt before. “Y-you can’t tell me something important like that and then just leave. It isn’t fair and…” I blinked and shook my head. “I only want…” I took a deep breath, trying to steady the beating of my heart. “Jonae, are you— “You can’t do that to me,” I cried, letting my tears fall, and my shoulders sag. “I don’t want you to leave, Zeke.”
She's having a panic attack, my sweet baby
