I should have known Brian would leave me. I should have felt his restlessness and uncertainty. Instead, I woke up four Mondays ago with only a tattered note for a companion. I was abandoned, surprised, and angry. What good were my powers if I couldn’t predict my own life?
I lifted the braids from my neck and fanned myself with the latest Psychic Research Bulletin. I watched the guys from the halfway house scuffling on the sidewalk. Usually I kept my office closed and locked. But with the heat so fierce and my air conditioning so non-existent, I had propped the door open with a smoky quartz cluster. Which meant you didn’t have to knock three times, then ring twice.
