“You keep rubbing your chest. Are you in pain?” There was little sense in lying. “Yes. But I can’t afford a tonic.” She strummed her fingers on the table. “When did the feeling begin?” “On the walk over here. It’s been a stressful day.” “Describe the sensation. Sharp pains. Shooting, prolonged.” I eyed her warily. “You’re awfully curious.” “Perhaps we’re both a little feline in our ways.” I laughed softly. “It feels like someone’s winding a thread around my heart, trying to lead me to them.”
