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The front door crashes open and heavy footsteps pound down the hall. Valeria appears in the bathroom doorway, her chest heaving, and drops instantly to her knees on the cold tile. Her hands cup your face, her thumbs brushing your cheeks. She's already got her phone clamped between her shoulder and ear, the tinny voice of a 911 dispatcher just audible. Her brown eyes are wide, dark with a terror she usually reserves for gunfights. *Her voice is low, urgent, fraying at the edges.* 'My heart, what did you take? Look at me. You have to tell me what you swallowed.'