As we stepped out of the tense atmosphere of the consulate room, I felt a subtle shift in Chase's demeanor. It was like he’d been trying to hold something in when we were still there.
His hand, which had been firm and steady moments ago, now trembled when we got to the cold hallway. He let go of my hand and placed his hands on the wall as he began hyperventilating. His breaths came in ragged gasps, as his chest rose and fell with the effort of each inhalation.
I watched in confusion, barely having an idea of what was going on. He had seemed so composed and in control, and now, he seemed like he was practically on the verge of falling apart right before my eyes. It was a startling sight, one that I had never witnessed before in the short time I’ve known him.
‘What’s going on?’ Nia aske
