Walking always helped to clear her head. She looked in store windows and at the people passing her by. As her gaze wandered, her eyes fell on a sign she had never noticed before: Psychic Readings by Cassandra. The hand-carved wood sign hung from a wrought iron, scrolled arm over the door. Stars were interspersed among the letters. Maybe Cassandra could help her understand what she was feeling about this situation There was conflict between wanting to trust Victoria, being uncertain about trusting her own instincts, and not caring, only wanting to develop this new friendship.
Heather mounted the steps and slowly pushed open the door. Her first step into the parlor felt as though she had entered another dimension. The smell of incense and the wax of burning candles welcomed her into the spa
