A gut feeling
Had it stopped? Was it just his imagination playing tricks on him? His rational side wanted to believe there was a simple explanation, but his gut told him otherwise. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and carefully slid into his flip-flops, his hands slightly trembling from the nerves. The feeling in his chest wasn’t just anxiety—it was instinct, warning him that something wasn’t right at all.
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