My heart pounded
My heart started pounding in my chest. It’s just cleaning, I told myself, attempting to quiet the building wave of panic. How could something so simple become so ominous? The jeweler’s hesitation was disturbing. This location, which was normally soothing with its familiar shine of diamonds, suddenly felt almost aggressive. Every tick of the clock on the wall appeared to match my speeding heartbeat.
My Heart Pounded
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