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Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban Timeline
"I Hold the Moon"
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"There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart."
- Emma, Jane Austen
BOGGARTS
Nora stared at the large wooden structure, frozen to the bone with horror. Her skin was ice cold, her hands shaky and clammy as she clenched them by her sides. With every breath she took, she felt as though not enough air was getting back in.
"Well, I can tell by your excitement that you already know what's inside this wardrobe," Professor Lupin said with a smile, making several students laugh. "Since boggarts might come up in your exam, I thought a quick review was in order. I trust you still remember the proper way to defeat a boggart, yes? Miss Crowley, would you like to do the honours?"
Always eager to show off, Emma perked up. "The Riddikulus spell is used against boggarts, sir. But what truly finishes them off is the sound of laughter."
"Very good. Five points to Ravenclaw. Now, I would like you to form a line — yes, right here... Excellent, let's have some fun, shall we?"
Nora dragged the twins to the back of the line before either of them could protest and placed herself behind them. But it was pointless. There was no escaping the inevitable. There were not enough students to last the whole class. And anyway, just as Professor Lupin had said, it was only supposed to be a quick review.
Nate Ainsworth, a handsome Hufflepuff, went first. As he stepped forward, a jet of sparks shot from the tip of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the wardrobe. At once, the doors flew open. A monstrous snake slithered from inside, covered in dark green scales, with big yellow eyes. A Basilisk, Nora realised with a start, only now remembering how pale and thin Nate had been last year when Salazar Slytherin's Basilisk was loose on the castle. Nate was muggle-born, made sense that he would be scared of Basilisks.
The Hufflepuff visibly swallowed, but determination showed on his face. He raised his wand and shouted the spell. With a snap, the Basilisk's tail tangled itself into a knot and the giant snake took a very clumsy, goofy tumble, landing in a bit of a heap on the floor. There was a loud round of laughter. Nate did a cheeky bow with a proud smile, which made Lupin chuckle.
Student after student went toe to toe with the boggart, and the line, much to Nora's terror, grew shorter and shorter. Too soon, it was her turn.
She stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move, or breathe even, as the boggart, which had assumed the shape of a huge chimera when Emma faced it, began trying to decide whose fear to mimic next. A rude student behind her decided she was taking too long and gave her a shove. Nora stumbled forward. The boggart stopped shifting. A second later, Maximus Cavanaugh was standing in front of her, looking exactly the same, down to the very last detail.
Pitch black eyes zeroed in on her, but it wasn't drunken fury she saw in them — it was the same out of focus hunger from when he'd tenderly brushed her cheek and touched her hair that last day at home. An all too familiar look.
"So much like your mother," the boggart said with a sweetness that made Nora sick to her stomach. "So perfect… so beautiful…"
Even as he advanced toward her, Nora found it impossible to move. Her wand was in her hand, and yet it might as well have been on the other end of the castle because she couldn't think of a single spell to protect herself.
"Come here, Evanora." His voice chilled and sparks crackled from his wand. "Be a good girl and come to me. Or have you forgotten what happens when someone tries to cross me?"
When Maximus stretched out his wand, Nora jerked back so fast, she ended up on the floor. From there, everything seemed to happen in a slow motion haze.
The last thing she saw before getting on her hands and knees, panting and heaving, was Caito jumping between her and the boggart. Someone was yelling somewhere in the room. Nora couldn't tell who it was, though in the back of her mind she vaguely thought it sounded like Emma. It was too painful to think. Her chest was tight, too tight — like a hand was reaching inside and crushing her heart, just squeezing, and squeezing, and squeezing… until her vision started to tunnel, darkening at the edges…
Suddenly, warm hands were cradling her face. "Nora, look at me!"
First, it was all a blur. Struggling harder to focus, the haze lifted enough to let Nora make out Professor Lupin's dark green eyes. They were very calm. Worried, yet reassuringly serene.
"I-I c-can't b-breathe…!" Nora wheezed, clutching at her heavy chest.
"You're having a panic attack, but it's going to be fine, I'll help you through it, okay?" He grabbed her hand and put it right above his heart. "Focus on my heartbeat. It helps, doesn't it? Counting the beats. Let's count them together. One… two…"
Lupin's heartbeat was steady — thump thump thump. It reminded her of the clock on her nightstand, the one she used to ground herself after waking up from a nightmare. So, she counted each beat with him. And as they continued to count together, each word timed perfectly to his pulse, her breathing slowed down to match the rhythm and the tightness in her chest released.
Nora sucked one final deep breath in through her nose, letting her shoulders sag with relief as she exhaled.
"Better?" Lupin asked quietly, to which she nodded faintly. "Good. Can you stand?"
Nora nodded again, too ashamed of having broken down in class to properly look him in the eye. He wrapped his other arm around her and, keeping a firm grip, eased her to her feet.
"Mr. Dearborn," Lupin called out. "Please escort Miss Cavanaugh to the hospital wing."
Scared to let go and crumble when she felt herself being pulled away from the only thing that was keeping her together, Nora clung tighter to the front of Lupin's vest.
"It's going to be fine." He kindly pried her fingers from the fabric. "Go with Caito for now, Nora. I'll stop by later to check on you."
With immeasurable care, Caito swept an arm under her knees and lifted her up. Nora hid her face in the crook of his neck so she wouldn't have to face her classmates as they left the room. She couldn't handle the pity, or worse if they were staring at her like she was a failure, a useless witch who couldn't even face a boggart.
It was a short trip to the hospital wing. They didn't talk, something Nora was grateful for, and the whole way Caito kept her in a firm hold. When they went in, Madam Pomfrey bolted from her spot behind her desk and immediately sprung to action by instructing Caito to set Nora on the nearest cot while riffling through the shelves in a large cabinet for some Calming Draught. Nora accepted the vial, swallowed the whole potion in one go. The sweet liquid left a tingling sensation on her tongue and down her throat.
The effects kicked in fast, soothing her tightly-wound nerves. As her tense muscles began to relax, she leaned back against the pillows with a sigh.
"I can tell you haven't been sleeping," Madam Pomfrey said, smoothing a hand over Nora's hair. "Lack of sleep isn't good for your anxiety. You should've come to me sooner, Nora. I thought we had an understanding."
"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey," Nora mumbled sheepishly. Madam Pomfrey had helped her out with panic attacks since her first year. Despite more of a nighttime occurrence, it would sometimes happen during daytime too.
"You—" Madam Pomfrey rounded on Caito, who in the meantime had sat down on the chair next to Nora's cot. "Make sure she stays put. She needs rest."
Caito nodded dutifully. Satisfied, the matron closed the curtain, shielding them from the rest of the wing, and went back to her desk.
It was very awkward at first. Nora racked her brain for something to chat about, anything to fill the stifling silence. Instinctively, she reached for her locket, like she generally did whenever she was uncomfortable or in need of courage. But her fingers came up empty.
She sat up in a sudden burst of panic. Caito eyed her worriedly, "What? What's wrong?"
"My necklace — it's gone! I have to find it!"
"You heard Madam Pomfrey," he said firmly, pushing her back when she started to slip out of bed. "You need rest."
"But—"
"I'll go back and look for it later, I promise. For now try not to worry too much about it."
Reluctantly, Nora settled down. "Thanks." She twiddled idly with her fingers. "For, you know… jumping in front of me like that… and bringing me here..."
"It was nothing," Caito waved it off awkwardly. "To be honest, I sort of expected your boggart to be your father. It just took me a minute to react because I thought you could handle it. I didn't think it'd be that bad..."
Nora heard the underlying question but chose not to acknowledge it. "What did yours turn into?"
"My brother." Caito's mouth curled into a derisive smile when her head whipped towards him. "Funny, isn't it? He hasn't laid another hand on me since I started fighting back, but I'm still scared."
"Is that why you moved out? Because you're still scared?" Nora asked quietly.
"It's part of it," he admitted, growing morose. "We argued again... it wasn't pretty. I couldn't stand living in that house anymore. I feel bad for leaving mum alone, but the truth is she stopped caring about me a long time ago. Even if I had asked her to come with me, I don't think she would've. Callum has too tight a grip on her and I look too much like dad, it's painful for her to be near me."
"I know what that's like…" Nora sighed, sad and disheartened. "Do you ever wonder if the fear will pass? Sometimes I feel like I'm always going to be scared. Even when I try to picture a life away from him, I feel as though I can never truly be free… I'm always going to be looking over my shoulder…"
There was silence again whilst they were both lost in their own thoughts. Turning on her side, Nora studied Caito's handsome face. The stubble was new and it aged him, made him look older than seventeen. His hair was longer too, a mess of honey curls kissed by the sun at the tips. One of his hands rose to brush them when he felt her gaze.
"What did he say to you?" Caito suddenly asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. "Lupin, I mean. He managed to stop your panic attack really fast, it was impressive."
Nora's cheeks pinched with colour at the mention of her teacher. She had yet to allow herself to process the events that transpired in class. "He told me to count his heartbeats."
"Seriously? It's that simple?" Caito's voice was laced with disbelief.
"It wasn't exactly the counting that did it, even though it helped. It was the rhythm," she explained. "I keep a clock on my nightstand and I focus on it when I have nightmares. The ticking sounds like a heartbeat so I count the strokes in my head until my own heart slows down to match them."
"You never told me that… Does it always help?"
"Most times yes, it does the trick." Nora smiled ruefully. "But no, not always."
Caito grew pensive for a moment, right before suspicion took over his face. "How did Lupin know?"
A good question. One Nora didn't have an answer to. "Maybe he has experience with panic attacks," she suggested, though not very certainly. "He is an expert on the Dark Arts, I'm sure he's had to deal with hysterical people in his line of work before."
"Yeah, maybe..."
Talking about Professor Lupin with Caito made Nora very nervous and uncomfortable, so she decided to change the subject. "This is nice. I can't remember the last time we sat together like this. You stopped talking to me right after…"
"After I confessed," Caito finished when she trailed off. "You can say it, I'm not ashamed. I don't regret it either — any of it. I know it seems like I do because of how I've been treating you… but you have to understand, Nora, after all that's happened between us, it's hard for me to act like everything's normal, knowing you don't feel the same way I do. Much harder than I anticipated."
"Caito..."
"Don't," he stopped her sternly. "Don't apologise. You didn't do anything wrong. These things happen, you're not obligated to love me back."
"I do love you…" Her voice choked with emotion.
"But it's not the same." Caito shook his head, bitterness etched all over his features. "I get it."
Ashamed, Nora closed her eyes and hid her face in her hands. "I think there might be something seriously wrong with me. I keep reading all these romance novels, and yet I can't open up my heart to anyone… Am I too broken to feel love? Am I to spend the rest of my life alone because of the damage he's done to me?"
"You're not broken, Nora." Caito pulled her hands from her face, held them gently in his own. "And you're not alone. There are plenty of people who love you, who would do anything for you. Your brother, the twins, Julia... even Harry, Ron and Hermione, they think the world of you. And you have me, you'll always have me. You don't have to keep fighting everything on your own. Let us help you."
"He'll hurt you too," Nora said in a terrified whisper. "Or worse… he'll hurt Tristan to punish me. I can't, Caito. I can't risk Tristan. He can do whatever he wants with me, not my brother."
Caito seemed deeply affected by that and he gripped her hands a little tighter. "Nora, he can't do whatever he wants with you either! You're not a martyr, dammit! Of course you're scared for Tristan, he's your brother, but you need to think about your own well-being too. Tristan wouldn't want you killed because of him."
"He won't kill me."
"You're right," Caito scoffed, clearly on the verge of losing it. "He'll only hit you, punish you, starve you, and Merlin knows what else."
"Enough, I'm done talking about this." Nora snatched her hands back and turned around so she wouldn't have to look at him anymore, hoping he'd get the message and let the matter drop.
"Fuck," she heard him curse under his breath, followed by the dragging of his chair. The mattress sank with his weight when he sat next to her. "Do you have any idea how frustrating it is when you pull away like that? For all of us? Keeping everyone at a distance doesn't do any good. It doesn't protect you or anyone else, Nora. It only makes you lonely." When she didn't answer, Caito expelled a defeated breath. "Well, it's your choice... I'm here for you if you need me."
Nora pressed her eyes shut as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her temple. He kept his lips there for a long time, as though trying to convey the magnitude of his feelings through that tender gesture.
Numb or not, the heartache she felt was very real.
"Blimey, not this again!" Ron whined when they arrived at Hagrid's and saw the plain-looking brown worms waiting for them. "I can't take another hour of these stupid animals!"
Tristan grimaced, sharing the sentiment. "Me neither. We should've skived off when we had the chance..."
The four of them flopped down in a circle around a bunch of flobberworms while Hagrid kept watch over the class from a distance. Ever since Malfoy's accident, the giant had been extra mindful, keeping them under tight surveillance, bringing only flobberworms for his younger students to work with. Flobberworms were, in Tristan's opinion, quite possibly the most boring creatures in the entire world. All they did was eat shredded lettuce and expel yellow pus out of both ends.
Sensing someone's eyes on him, other than Hagrid that is, he glanced over his shoulder and caught Parvati and Lavender looking his way. They tried to cover it up when they noticed him, but by huddling their heads together and whispering furiously to each other they only made it all the more obvious and suspicious.
Tristan furrowed his eyebrows. "What was that about?"
"What?" Harry whirled around toward where he was looking.
"Lavender and Parvati were staring at me just now."
"Maybe they fancy you," Ron joked. Tristan was horrified at the suggestion. "You never know. I heard them gossiping about some chap the other day in the common room, might've been you."
"Not funny, Ron!"
"It's not entirely unlikely," Hermione mused out loud. Tristan gave her a shove, not really finding the likelihood of being Lavender's crush even remotely amusing.
"Oi, Cavanaugh!" Pansy Parkinson called out, evil little smirk twisting her pug-like face. "Heard your sister had a nervous breakdown in Dark Arts. What sort of wimp passes out against a measly boggart? It wasn't even that scary!"
Tristan turned to the group of Slytherins sitting a few feet away from him. "What the hell are you saying about my sister?"
"She's saying your sister's a bloody joke," Malfoy drawled from next to Parkinson. "Dumbledore must've been out of his mind when he made her Head Girl. Not really good for much, is she?"
Tristan was springing to his feet before any of his friends could blink. By the time Harry managed to get a hold of him, he was almost at the group.
"Are you really going to attack someone who can't defend himself?" Malfoy waved his bandaged arm to taunt him. "That's not very Gryffindor, is it? Thought you pretentious lot valued honour above all."
"I'd say shutting that trap of yours is a grand, freaking honour," Tristan growled viciously while trying to shake out of Harry's grip. "Get off me! I'm gonna break his other stupid arm!"
"WHAT'S GOIN' ON OVER HERE?" Hagrid's voice thundered in the quiet clearing as he stomped his way over. "Sit back down, Tristan! I'm not havin' any more trouble in my class!"
"What're you yelling at me for?" Tristan jabbed his finger at Malfoy, who was now clinging to his bandaged arm, pretending to wail in pain. "He's the one calling my sister names!"
"Back t' yer seat, Tristan — now. Or I'll be talkin' ter Professor McGonagall 'bout it."
Tristan, still fuming, let Harry drag him back to their circle. Begrudgingly, he sunk to the ground beside Hermione while Harry flanked his other side.
"You shouldn't have talked back to Hagrid," Hermione said. "He's a teacher now, not just our friend."
"Oh put a bloody sock in it, will you?" Regret hit Tristan immediately as hurt flashed through her eyes. "Sorry... I didn't mean that."
She smiled faintly, "I know."
He tugged at his hair with a frustrated sigh. "What do you imagine happened to Nora in class? Do you think she's all right?"
"I'm sure she is," Harry tried to reassure him.
"But if it really was the boggart…" Tristan dragged his hand through his hair again, then down his face. "I'm so thick… I should've known something was wrong. I didn't even think about what it would be like for her."
Hermione brushed a tentative hand over his shoulder. "Don't beat yourself up, you couldn't have known."
"Does she have the same boggart as you?" Ron asked curiously.
"I doubt it," Tristan said darkly, feeling his insides churn with dread. "Nora's only ever been scared of one thing, and it's not snakes…"
They fell silent while feeding lettuce to the flobberworms.
"Let's stop by the hospital wing after class," Harry suggested quietly. Both Ron and Hermione were quick to agree.
After the last bell, Julia and the twins barged into the hospital wing like a hurricane, nearly giving Madam Pomfrey a heart attack. They were later joined by Tristan, Harry, Ron and Hermione. Everyone crowded around Nora's bed, cheering her up and keeping her entertained with funny stories, as well as fully detailed reports of their classes. Tristan's worry was palpable, however he respected her decision when she refused to talk about what happened, staying by her side quietly and holding her hand. She would've hugged him if she didn't know it made him uncomfortable in front of his friends.
Later in the afternoon, they tried to convince her to attend the feast, but Nora declined. She wasn't hungry and Madam Pomfrey had given her another dose of Calming Draught right before everyone arrived. For once, she was blissfully relaxed. She fully intended to make the most of it.
Propping herself against the pillows, she grabbed her book from the nightstand, which Liam had fortunately remembered to bring along with him, and dove right into the plot. For a long time, only the howling of the wind outside and the crackling of fire in the small, rustic-styled stove was heard in the quiet room. The sun had disappeared behind the mountains when the doors opened again.
Nora was surprised to see Professor Lupin walk in. He stopped at the foot of her cot with a kind smile, scratching Ophelia under the chin when the cat lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him with a purr.
"You're feeling better, I hope," he said hopefully.
His voice immediately brought forth all the things Nora had tried so hard not to think about. The warmth of his hands as he cradled her face; his strong, steady heartbeat under her fingers; his profound eyes staring into her own with concern… Every drop of blood seemed to explode in her cheeks.
"I am." Nora tucked a curl shyly behind her ear. "Thank you, sir."
"I'm glad. Oh, I found something in my classroom that I believe belongs to you…" Lupin reached inside his jacket, making his way around the cot. When he put his hand out, her silver locket was nestled in his palm. Gasping, Nora snatched it from him and frantically inspected it for damage. "The clasp was broken, but I mended it," he explained to soothe her worries. "I've never seen you without it, I had a feeling it was very precious."
Incredibly touched by the gesture, she brushed her fingers softly over the locket. It was small and oval-shaped, engraved with an elegant lacy pattern. Hardly anything fancy. But Professor Lupin was right; it was precious — her most cherished possession.
"Did you open it?" Nora asked quietly.
"It wasn't my place to," he answered just as quietly.
Inside, as she clicked the locket open, was a picture of a beautiful woman holding a little girl on her lap. The woman had long, dark hair, tumbling down her shoulders in loose curls, and big blue eyes, clear as water. Looking at the little girl, it was obvious they were mother and daughter.
The woman hugged the little girl tightly to her chest and dropped a sweet kiss on her head, pointing to the camera with a bright smile as Nora showed Lupin the locket. "My mother."
"She's lovely," he said with a kind smile. "I see the resemblance."
"Everyone keeps telling me how much I look like her, even Hagrid..." Nora stared down at the picture sadly, feeling her heart weigh heavily in her chest. "I know they mean that as a compliment, and I take it as one for the most part. But to be honest I spend so much time and effort making myself as much 'not like her' as I possibly can that I don't really feel worthy of being compared..."
Professor Lupin took a seat on the edge of the bed near her ankles. "Why wouldn't you want to be like your mother, Nora?"
"Because I'm terrified of ending up like her," Nora found herself confessing.
Screams and flashes of green light played over and over again in her head. Hazy memories she tried hard to bury only to have them plague her sleep in the form of horrible, blood-curling nightmares. It was so hard to hold it all in all the time... and so lonely. Nora knew Caito was right; the more she kept to herself, the lonelier it became. But the things she'd seen, the things she knew, were secrets only she could carry.
When Lupin put his hand over hers, shielding the picture and the locket from view, she looked up and into his kind eyes. Even though he said nothing, in her heart she felt like he could see every scar on her soul and every shameful secret as clear as day.
Embarrassed, Nora looked away and cleared her throat. "You really didn't need to come."
"I said I would. Besides, I owe you an apology for what happened in class today. I saw how terrified you were when you walked up to that boggart, Nora. I should've done something sooner."
"You couldn't have guessed this would happen." She eyed his large hand still holding hers. It was warm and rough, though not unpleasantly so. "Anyway, I'm in my seventh year, I should be able to defeat a boggart. How am I supposed to pass my exams if I'm not?"
"Everyone's different," he said gently. "Your reaction doesn't make you any less competent in the face of danger. It just means you need to conquer your fear first."
"Easier said than done," Nora muttered sullenly. The mere prospect of facing another boggart in the form of her father seriously made her want to throw up.
Lupin tilted his head, eyes flickering over her face before settling on her right cheek, where her bruise was still faintly visible. Self-consciously, she pulled some of her hair forward to cover it up.
"I know it's none of my business…" He hesitated, eyebrows knitting with a frown. "But how often do you have these panic attacks?"
The question was met with a long pause while Nora debated wether or not she wanted to delve into a deeply personal subject with a man she hardly knew anything about, and who also happened to be her teacher. "When I have nightmares generally."
"And is that… frequent?"
"Frequent enough," she said bitterly while working on getting the locket around her neck. "How did you know what to do by the way?"
"I used to have panic attacks too when I was a child." Nora froze, expecting anything but that. Lupin smiled dryly, "A story for another time perhaps. Here, let me give you a hand with that…" Before she could protest he was already taking each end of the silver chain from her fingers.
Her pulse galloped wildly. He was so close it was like being in his arms again. The increasingly familiar smell of oakwood and books invaded her senses, made her head spin and her breath catch. Nora closed her eyes, fighting against the sudden, powerful urge to lean in and bury her nose in his shoulder. Never, in her life, had she ever wanted a man to hold her like she wanted him to.
It lasted all but a few seconds. Too soon he was pulling away.
"All done." Lupin brushed her hair from her cheek, tucked it behind her ear, thumb grazing the yellowed flesh. "Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore," Nora answered honestly. He made a contemplative sound, still touching her cheek. She swallowed down her nerves. Tried to, at least. "Aren't you going to ask me about the boggart? About… everything?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Not really." Her prompt reply brought an amused smile to his face as he finally sat back. Some of the butterflies going crazy in her stomach settled a bit with the distance.
Lupin picked up the book on her lap. "I see you've moved on to Wuthering Heights. Another great choice. Quite the romantic, aren't you?"
Nora turned beet red. She should've known better than to relax; the man had a knack for picking up on embarrassing details about her. Lupin laughed in a way that reflected the golden light beautifully in his eyes, the contrast against the green almost hypnotising.
"I could read to you if you'd like," he offered, flipping through the book before arriving at the page she had previously bookmarked. It was the scene where Catherine confessed to Ellen her love for Heathcliff — that didn't help help Nora's embarrassment.
"You don't have to do that..."
"I don't mind." Moving from the cot to the visitor's chair, Lupin made himself comfortable there, crossing one leg over the other and balancing the book on his knee. Since he didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, Nora slid further under the covers, laying on her side so she could watch him as he picked up where she left off in the story. At her feet, Ophelia yawned, stretched her limbs, then curled again into a white ball of fur.
Professor Lupin was a wonderful reader, Nora decided. He spoke with the perfect intonation, raising and lowering his voice to match the tempo and the emotions in the dialogue like an expert orator. Wisps of light brown hair brushed softly against his forehead and he would often reach upwards to smooth them back. She admired his strong hands, his elegant fingers, remembering how they had held her face and stroked her cheek so gently. She never knew men could be gentle like that.
The words suddenly spilled from her mouth before she could hold them back. "My father... the boggart was my father."
Lupin stopped reading to look at her. He didn't seem very surprised by the revelation, but his gaze was incredibly soft. "Unfortunately, Nora, the scariest monsters in this world are often human and they're hiding in plain sight."
"I've never—" Nora tried to gulp down the lump lodged in her throat. "I've never told any of my teachers... about my father..."
"You can tell me as much or as little you want, Nora. I may not have the power to do much about it, but I'll listen if you ever need me to. My door is always open."
It was such a sweet and unexpected offer that Nora, humbled, could only nod in acknowledgement. As he went back to reading, she focused on the steady cadence of his voice and let the warmth of it envelop her like a blanket.
Man... I just love writing scenes with Remus! I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I know it was pretty obvious what Nora's boggart was going to be, and I hope I didn't make her come across as too much of a damsel in distress with the whole panic attack thing, but she's had a rough life so far and I feel like it's damaged her in a lot of ways. I'm not going to give any spoilers or hints about my plans, however I will tell you that the situation with Nora and Tristan's family is a lot more complicated than you might think.
Thanks again for reading and let me know your thoughts!
