I am at the office, staring at the important documents necessary for a crucial deal, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to focus. My mind keeps drifting back to last night—to Sia.

The panic attack she suffered wasn't just a moment of distress; it was something deeper, something she seemed to have anticipated. And that realization settles me more than anything. It wasn't the first time—I'm sure of it now. She knew it would happen.