Sweaty palms

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Jolene’s breath caught. “Andrew,” she called softly, wanting to warn him without sounding panicked. But he didn’t respond. The silence stretched, making her palms sweat.
She took a small step forward, unsure if she should follow him or stay put. She called out a little louder. But Andrew was already too preoccupied to hear her.
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