Chapter 67

• Rafe sat in his office looking out his floor to ceiling window, still frazzled by what happened two days ago. He knew Talia had asthma but he’d never been a witness to it. When Carrie pounded on his door yelling for an inhaler, his blood went cold.
• He was glad he’d hung onto that inhaler. He’d kept it as a memento for the four months of his life he was the happiest. When they had been dating, he’d asked for one to hold onto just in case they were out together and she’d forgotten hers when the attack hit. And even when he was asking for it, he prayed he would never need it.
• He’d run out his condo and up the steps to hers without checking if Carrie was behind him. He’d been prepared to break the door down if he had to, but he found it open. Before he even stepped in, he could hear the wheezing and it was growing shallow. He actually froze, seeing her on the floor, lying on her side, before he snapped out of it and rushed to her.