Fortunately, when I reached Sam, it was easier than I thought to talk him into staying away from his home.
“Your mother told me you were psychic,” he admitted. “And if you’re frightened of me going home, well, I guess I won’t. I want this guy in jail, but I also want to live to see him be put there.”
“She actually told you I was psychic?” I repeated, surprised. I’d never really labeled myself as such and it wasn’t even something my mother and I had even discussed much.
“She sure did. She also thought Emma was, too.”
I smiled into the phone. “And you didn’t think Mom was crazy after she told you any of this?” It was one reason I never opened up about my intuitiveness. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a nutcase. Truth was, I wasn’t even sure if I really had a gift or if it was just al
