It was about five minutes later that Dean finally spoke. " Thank you ", he whispered. I wasn't really sure what he was thanking me for. " She had never really let anyone else calm her before, her episodes used to get so bad she would pass out if she was triggered. She usually feels one coming on. When she does, she finds me. Or rings me".
My heart broke for her. " She was fine and talking to me , I was helping her put the cake mix in the cases . Then she just fell back to the floor gripping her head. I thought she was having a panic attack". I tried to explain what happened. She didn't seem like she was starting with anything. " A spontaneous one then. She doesn't have those very often", Dean says, nodding like it was the most rational thing in the world. " Did I do this ? " I asked, lo
