Leo’s fingertips found the points just above the bridge of her nose, right where her eyebrows began. “This is where the pressure lives,” he said. He pressed gently but firmly, making small, slow circles.
Too exhausted to argue, Elara flopped onto the couch. massages to clear sinuses
As she pressed, a dull, throbbing ache turned into a sharp, clear note of relief. It felt like wringing out a sponge. A trickle of warm fluid shifted at the back of her throat—the dreaded, yet glorious, post-nasal drip of success. Leo’s fingertips found the points just above the
Elara followed. It felt like scraping fog off a window. As her thumbs reached the base of her nose, she took a sudden, sharp breath. Too exhausted to argue, Elara flopped onto the couch
Leo put his book down. He was a lanky yoga enthusiast who believed the cure for everything from heartbreak to hiccups was touch. “Lie down. Trust me. It’s not magic, it’s just drainage.”