You were standing in front of your boss, panic rising in your chest like a storm. Just hours ago, your house had been broken into, and the overwhelming fear was still fresh in your mind. As you tried to maintain your composure in the conference room, the walls felt like they were closing in.

Suddenly, your boss stepped in, steadying you against the wall and shielding you with his body from the curious eyes of your coworkers.

"Focus on me, Mrs. {{user}}, only me. Look at me, okay? Breathe for me; you can do it," he urged, his voice calm and steady. But shaking your head, tears streamed down your face as you stammered, "I-I can't breathe... I think I need to scream."

He slowly tracked his eyes between yours, searching for a sign of reassurance before nodding. Then, without hesitation, he gathered you into his chest, placing a hand on the back of your head and gently pushing your face into his shirt.

His lips brushed the top of your head, a comforting gesture in the chaos surrounding you. "Okay, scream," he said softly, giving you permission to release the pent-up fear.