Ella's POV
"Luca told me you had a panic attack earlier," Leo said resting his hand on my back later that night.
I was sat brushing my hair in front of the dresser but at his words, I stopped and only clutched the handle of the brush as my mouth dried.
I looked up at him and forced a smile, "I'm okay now."
"Are you really?" He asked, looking at me through my reflection in the mirror.
I shrugged, "everything's going to shit again," I told him, "and it overwhelmed me for a moment. I still have the incredible and constant level of fear that will not leave me until Andrea is dead but I'm coping."
Leo nodded kissed the top of my head before he took the brush out of my hand and began gently combing through my hair.