As she came back into the living room, her all too intuitive brother searched her face. "Everything okay, Pip?"
"I'm fine." She wasn't anywhere close to fine. But she was determined to get through the next three days if it killed her.
Pain spread out from her sternum, and she couldn't quite stop herself from rubbing at the ache. What a perfect fucking time for an anxiety attack.
Frowning, Logan touched her shoulder. "Do you need a few minutes? I can - "
"Drop it," she snapped, her harsh tone at odds with his murmured concern. She couldn't take kindness and concern right now. She'd crumble.