The Frequency of You
I. The first time Maya felt Derek Vaughn's panic attack through three miles of Manhattan traffic and a fiber-optic cable, she was standing in line at a bodega on Broome Street, waiting to buy a lottery ticket she did not intend to use. It hit her like a wave — a sudden, crushing weight on her chest, the sensation of the room tilting, the taste of copper in her mouth. Her vision blurred. The...
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