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By Jacqueline Paige

Felicity has spent her life alone, moving from one place to another hiding a part of her no one has ever been able to accept, not even her own family.

For as long as she can remember she’s had dreams that lead her to a person that’s somehow connected with her. There are no answers or cures only misery for her when she can’t get anyone to believe her.

When a child reaches out to her, frightened and in the hands of strangers she forgets the reasons why she shouldn’t tell anyone and goes to the police. She finds herself sent for a court ordered psychiatric evaluation.

It’s not the first time, it won’t be the last. She packs up once again, ready to move as soon as she’s done with another so called doctor. From the moment she steps into the office everything changes and she finds nothing she expected.

Can the child be found before it’s too late or is she facing heartache again?

Contemporary Paranormal Romance

Sensuality rating: 3

Cover Art by Blaise Kilgallen

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Chapter 1

 

Sitting on the tiny bed, hugging his knees as tightly as he could against his chest, his eyes darted around the room. It was so dark and so quiet—he just wanted to go home and see his mom. Someone would come. In the movies, someone always came...

A creaking noise made him gasp. He quickly looked towards the door. Pushing himself back further into the musty corner, he watched and listened.

When it came again, he grabbed the thin blanket and dropped to lie down on the bed, squeezing his still damp eyes closed tightly.

 ~ * ~

Felicity blinked a few times and looked down. She was standing at her kitchen counter, hands grasping the edge so hard her knuckles were white. Sighing, pushing the straying blonde hairs away from her face her hand vibrating.

Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath. “I wish you would show me where, sweetheart.” Whispering out loud made her feel better, even knowing he would never hear her.

Rinsing her hands under the cool water, she patted some against her sweaty brow. As she dried her fingers, she looked around, for a moment trying to recall what she’d been doing before the vision blocked out the rest of the world.

The kettle began to whistle, startling her. Unplugging it, she shook her head. It could have been worse, I might’ve have been cutting vegetables or something else that could result in coming out of it injured.

If there was one thing she was thankful for it was that when it happened her body froze—usually prevented her from serious injury. Of course, it made life more complicated when it came to things like being in public or driving, both of which she tried to avoid.

Taking the cup of tea, she went to the desk and pulled the tattered notebook from the drawer. Wanting to record every detail before she forgot any of it, she began jotting it down, taking her time. She wrote carefully, making sure she described every detail, even going as far as the squeaking sound the rusty cot frame made as the little boy moved.

Closing the notebook, she glanced at the stack of sketches briefly before she returned it to the.

Later, Sipping her tea, she tried not to fall into the depression often following the visions.,,the helpless feeling of seeing, and not being able to do anything. It had been a few months since she’d had any. They’d started again about a week ago. In the first few there had been two children, but she didn’t know what happened to the sweet cherub-faced little girl the boy had been so protective of.

Getting up, she walked over and looked out the window at the quiet evening. She wanted to know enough to alert the police before she left. Felicity accepted moving on was inevitable, again. The judge had been the most understanding so far. She would humor him by showing up for at least one of her ordered therapy sessions.

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