She tossed the phone onto the desk and rubbed her chest. The ember had grown into a small, stubborn flame. She reached into her jacket pocket for the antacids—cherry-flavored chalk that she went through like breath mints—and chewed two.
She picked up the uneaten crostino, walked to the trash, and dropped it in. heartburn pt. 1 rachael cavalli
But then, something shifted. The pain clarified. It wasn’t just heartburn. It was a warning. She tossed the phone onto the desk and rubbed her chest
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