“Whatever lies your brain is telling you, don’t believe them,” he pleaded. Then, with his hand holding mine until he had no choice but to pull away, he jogged out the door and down the stairs, grabbing his bag off the floor on the way out. Once I heard the front door shut, my heart went into double time again. See? Everything is fine, my brain tried to assure me. No, it’s not, my heart combatted.
