SOPHIA POV
As my eyes stubbornly held sight of the words on the phone's screen, I could feel my airways shutting down on me as fear gripped them tightly. Although I had been sitting down, my knees felt weak as my irregular heartbeat echoed into my ears. Beads of sweat had quickly formed on my forehead as I momentarily forgot how to breathe.
Was this how Mr Smith had felt on the day our paths crossed?
Shoving aside whatever unsolicited empathy I was about feeling for him (Mr Smith), I focused on making sure I do not pass out from a possible heart attack. I just turned 24 and was in no way near the age of having any form of heart problems.
A few conscious deep breaths in and out, my brain got the oxygen it needed to decipher the next logical step to take and that was texting the number back.
