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death. I see how people died, and I feel their pain. Then the visions end. There’s never anything more, so I have no reason to believe our spirits live on.”
    “Oh, Sara,” Chip said, his eyes filling with tears. “That’s so unfortunate. No wonder why you’re so sad. Please let me help you.”
    “I don’t know if you can. I don’t know if anyone can,” she said quietly.
    “Well, maybe if I could help you see what I see or communicate with spirits, then you would know the beauty of the afterlife,” Chip said hopefully. “That would make seeing visions of death not so awful.”
    “I suppose,” she said. “But I’ve never seen or heard a spirit. How do you know what you’ve experienced isn’t just your imagination? It could be a dream or wishful thinking.”
    Chip paused, reflecting on her question. “I can’t answer that for you,” he said. “No matter how much I try to convince you, it’s almost impossible to believe one hundred percent until you experience it for yourself. When you do, you’ll know for sure.”
    “You mean, if I do,” Sara said.
    “C’mon now. Have some faith,” Chip said, patting her on the back. “Surely, you must know something about mediumship. Seeing how people died is all part of it. So tell me what you know, and I’ll see if I can help fill in the missing pieces.”
    “Well, my mother claimed to communicate with spirits. She was psychic, too,” Sara said. “But she died when I was a teenager. I never saw what she saw. All I see is death. It follows me everywhere. No matter how hard I try, I can never escape it.”
    “No one can escape death, Sara. It’s a part of life. What helps is knowing what awaits afterward. That and enjoying your life here. Maybe we can work on that.”
    He winked at her and then smiled with a sexy, enticing grin as he wrapped his arms around her again. This guy couldn’t keep his hands off her. Normally, that would make Sara very uncomfortable, but she welcomed his touch as if he were already hers. Sensing her acceptance, Chip leaned in and gave her a tender, passionate kiss. Sara pulled away abruptly.
    “I can’t do this,” she said. Somehow this man who was unknown to her before that morning felt important to her. It felt perfectly natural to be with him, and that scared Sara. She feared that things would end badly. Her depression always got the best of her.
    “Do what?” Chip asked. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let nature take its course. See what happens.”
    He again wrapped his arms around her, this time kissing her softly on the forehead. He then gently stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. “Haven’t you ever heard of fate? I know you feel something, too.”
    Her knees grew weak. Sara felt torn between running away from him and clinging to him for life. “It doesn’t matter what I feel,” she said. “You can’t save me. I’m already lost.”
    Chip gazed into her eyes like he was searching for something. Sara was careful not to give him any indication that she wanted or expected anything from him. She didn’t want a therapist. She didn’t want to listen to his psycho babble. She just wanted out. She wanted the pain to go away. Not even Chip could make that happen. But still he stood there, quietly staring at her. Making her feel naked, vulnerable, exposed. He knew her secret. She had told him. But he didn’t know her. He didn’t know what she was thinking. He didn’t know that she felt so sad, yet still desperately longed for his touch. He couldn’t possibly realize that if he kissed her again, there would be no turning back. Sara would never be able to let him go, and he would one day suffer just as she had.
    “I know,” he said.
    His words startled her. Sara felt like he had peered into her soul. “You know what?” she asked.
    “I know you feel lost and alone,” he replied. “But you’re wrong about one thing: I can save you. I already have.”
    And with that, he leaned in again and