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Ben quickly filled a glass with water and brought it to the beautiful, intimidating woman who used to be his Lucy. His slightly dorky, brilliant, funny, somewhat intense, always fascinating Lucy. The girl who had stood at the head of the basement stairs and launched verbal fireballs at him, then moved out of town. The girl who had broken his heart and sent him into a tailspin that shocked everyone.
He squatted next to her and helped her sip from the glass. He felt her forehead with the back of his hand. Skin, clammy. Pupils, dilated. Pulse, rapid and uneven. What was going on here?
“Lucy, I’m a trained EMT and a volunteer fireman. Tell me what’s happening.”
“It’s …” She drew in a ragged breath. “Probably nothing. Panic attack.”
“A panic attack isn’t nothing, Lucy. Do you have them a
