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Would You Want to Know Your Fate?
And if you did, would you dare change it?
The fortune teller’s eyes widened, and for the first time, she refused to speak. As she stared into the pleading eyes of her client, she could still hear her mother’s daunting words. “Crystal, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing.” Taking the poor woman’s hands into her own, the seer managed a weakened smile.
“What is it?” Florence gasped. “Did you see my Henry? He’s missing. Is he hurt or lost? Oh no, please don’t tell me he’s dead.”
“Seers don’t speak of death — only life’s beauty. I see your handsome child; he’s young, vibrant, and charming.”
“Oh, no. Not Henry. He’s ugly as sin, but that’s never kept him down.”
Crystal shut her eyes while stroking the doting mother’s hand.
“No, it’s Henry. He’s alive and well, sitting on the train tracks without a care. Those burns on his cheeks, faded years ago, are why he flitters in and out of consciousness from the past to the present. He doesn’t remember the injury, but his heart still bears the scars.”
“I was ill. I wasn’t in control of my actions. You must believe me when I say Henry was unlike most children. He needed too much. He was always asking for more — more love and more attention. His curiosity was enough…
