Olive hadn’t taken her eyes off Brynn. “It was Dustin, wasn’t it. Somehow this is all connected to that asshole.”

Brynn pushed her glasses farther up her nose. “Dirk.”

“Hmm. And you only push your glasses up like that when you’re upset.”

“Olive,” Raina said softly. “Back up, give her a little breathing space.” She turned to Brynn. “Honey, you need to inhale.”

Right. She was holding her breath. She let it out and gasped in some air. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Raina sounded and looked deeply worried. “You’re breathing too heavily and your pulse is racing.”

Yep, she was in the throes of a good old-fashioned panic attack, her first since last month when she’d realized she’d lost her great grandma’s necklace, the one Olive had told her to take the utmost care of as it was not just sentimental, but worth a small fortune. But that hadn’t been what had caused the attack. It’d been the unrelenting suspicion that Dirk had taken it.

He’d sworn he hadn’t, and had been so hurt and devastated at the accusation that Brynn had started to doubt herself. Maybe she had really lost it.

Now she tried to suck in some more air and failed. “It’s just allergies. I’m fine.”

“See? She says she’s fine,” Raina said.

“I am,” Brynn said, rubbing her chest and the impending freight train in it. “Totally fine.”

Olive looked at Raina. “She’s not fine. She’s not working, her promise ring is no longer on her finger, so I’m assuming David was a huge ass-plant and that she’s moving back in here.”

“Dirk,” Brynn whispered.

“None of those things came out of her mouth,” Raina said, sounding distressed.

“Well, maybe they would if you’d give her a minute to talk.” Olive frowned. “Except she’s clutching her chest and looking like she’s going to hyperventilate. Honey, are you in pain?”

If by pain she meant the feeling that her ribs were being cracked open by a sledge hammer, then yeah. She was in pain.

Raina crouched in front of her. “On a pain scale of one to ten, where are you at?”

Fifteen sounded about right.

Raina whirled to Olive. “Oh my God, I think she’s having a heart attack!”

“No, I’m not.” Brynn pulled off her glasses and dropped her face into her hands. “But everything else is all true. The not working thing. The coming home to stay for a bit thing. The asshole boyfriend thing.”

“I’m going to kill Dirk,” Olive murmured beneath her breath.

Brynn managed a mirthless laugh at her finally getting his name right.

“Oh honey,” Raina whispered. “I’m so sorry.”