(Virginia's POV)
Dr. Morrison arrives within the hour, his gray hair neat despite being called out on a weeknight. He's been treating my panic disorder since I was sixteen, knows all my triggers and tells.
"How long since the last episode?" he asks, checking my pulse with practiced efficiency.
"Almost a year," Jasper answers for me. His hand rests on my shoulder, warm and comforting, and I lean into the touch even though I feel like a fraud.
"Any new stressors? Changes in routine?"
Jasper and James exchange a look.
"Some family drama," James says carefully. "Nothing Virginia should have to worry about."
Dr. Morrison nods, making notes on his tablet. "Panic attacks often recur during times of emotional upheaval, even when the patient isn't directly involved. The mind processes stress
