Sitting at the kitchen table, nursing her coffee, Harlow stared into the garden. She was shattered after having barely slept. Thoughts of Caleb had plagued her mind for the entire night.
“Your coffee is going to be stone cold by now.”
Chantelle was concerned. Harlow could hear it in her voice and see it written across her face.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind cold coffee. Don’t look so concerned. I’m fine. Honestly. It’s just, I don’t know, a shock, I suppose. Caleb, I mean.” Harlow told Chantelle, trying to ease her concern.
It had been a shock, seeing Caleb's name written. Harlow had asked Chantelle what had happened during her channelling and how it works. She was still completely sceptical about it but there was absolutely no way at all that Chantelle would have come up with that name
