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birth. She wasn’t even allowed to hold the baby.” She drew a mental picture of the other woman in the hospital room. “Her mother was with her and said something along the lines of, ‘The baby no longer belongs to you.’ From there, I saw the woman marry, have two more children, then getting the news that she was dying. I’d bet anything she was forced into giving the baby up for adoption.”
    “I wonder if she tried to find the child,” Maxine said, and handed her the notepad.
    What about my other…daughter?
    The quick memory from yesterday’s vision hit her with an awareness so acute, it frightened her. “I’m wondering how the reunion went. I’m also wondering if information on the child she’d given up for adoption was what was in the safe.”
    “Money.” Maxine nodded. “If the dying woman was to name her long lost child in her will, that could anger her children.”
    “Enough to kill her? And if that’s the case, which child?”
    “Or husband,” Maxine added. “Will you attend your friend’s mother’s funeral?”
    “I planned to at least go to the wake.”
    A mischievous smile crossed Maxine’s lips. “Wouldn’t it be interesting if you were able to borrow an object from your friend’s sister?”
    “ Borrowing something during a wake or funeral is a little crass, don’t you think?”
    “Of course. But I think murder is worse. Maybe there’s another way you could do this before the wake.”
    Celeste glanced to the unicorn clock. “I’m sorry, but have to go to work. I promised the daycare I’d be back by… Wait, I have an idea how I can find out more about the sister. Once I have something to use for another reading, could I come over again?”
    Maxine led her from the parlor. “Absolutely. I’m intrigued. I’m also curious about the child given up for adoption. If she did manage to find her child, I’m wondering how.”
    John’s strong, handsome face filled her mind. “A private investigator.” Celeste nodded. “And I think I know someone who can help find out who the woman might have used to locate her child.”
    “Does this mean you’ll tell your husband about your visions?”
    “Not yet. I want to be right before I do that. Plus, I need to be able to assure him that I can control the visions when they happen.”
    Maxine touched the notepad Celeste held. “Keep paper on hand at all times. The scribbling method grounded you, but you still weren’t aware I was in the room. This is something I want to work on with you. There should come a point when you will be able to have a vision and be capable of knowing what’s happening in your surroundings.”
    Celeste set her purse, notepad and blanket on the wooden console table in the foyer, then put on her parka. “But what if I have another vision like I did yesterday in my kitchen? For the most part I was able to control what happened in your parlor. Yesterday, I had no control whatsoever. I’m terrified something could happen to my daughter.”
    “Which is why I want you to come back tomorrow, even if you’re not able to bring an object to do another reading.” Maxine touched her shoulder. “Yesterday, did you feel anything before the vision took over?”
    Celeste nodded and wished she could kick her own butt for not considering this sooner. “Yes, I felt nauseous. I blamed it on the Chinese food I had for lunch.”
    “Was your stomach upset when you were in the parlor?”
    “No.”
    Maxine smiled. “That’s because you were in control. From now on, listen to your body. If you get that queasy feeling again, grab a pen and paper, then ground yourself.”
    “Thank you, Maxine. I really appreciate your help,” she said, extending her hand.
    Maxine pulled her in for a hug instead. “Same time tomorrow?”
    Celeste hugged the other woman back, then leaned away. “Same time,” she said with a smile, then turned for the door.
    “And, Celeste, consider talking to your husband about your visions. I felt the love