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me.”
“Dad, everything okay?”
Christopher’s voice carried down the aisle, sharp with something that wasn’t quite concern.
I made the decision in a heartbeat, operating on pure instinct.
My hand moved to my chest, fingers splaying over my shirt.
“I… my chest.”
The words came out strangled, convincing because the fear was real, even if the symptom was manufactured.continue reading …
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