Read The Redemption (Charlotte Bloom Book 2) for Free Online Page A

time. GO TO WALES. You’ll never know if you don’t try. You’ll never know. You’ll live your whole life wondering… what if? You’ll ask yourself the same question over and over again. What if? What’s holding you back? You’re not married anymore. Your job is, no offense, just Sam taking pity on you, and this apartment…” She looked around. “This is not you. I think you can be happy again. In Wales.”
    “Is my job really just Sam taking pity on me?”
    “You mean you didn’t know that?”
    We laughed for a few minutes. She was right. But it was something I had to sleep on. I couldn’t make any rash decisions.
    “Donuts?”
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    The one good thing about my shitty apartment was that there was a 24-hour donut shop right on Laurel Canyon, literally one hundred feet away from my front door. Amara and I had taken frequent trips to this little gem over the last couple of months. I’d eaten donuts for dinner on numerous occasions. I may have lost weight, but I was probably going to be diabetic by age forty.
    As the door chimed and we walked in, Amara went over to pay. She’d since taken on the responsibility of the “richer friend”, therefore paying for our lunches and meals, since I made just over minimum wage. I let her, only because I’d been the “richer friend” for the last five years before her recent promotion. I sat down and looked around as Amara picked out the best chocolate and maple bars for us to gorge ourselves on.
    It was then that I saw her. Lainey, the psychic, was sitting at the booth next to me. She smiled and waved. My mouth hung open in a giant “O”.
     
    “What I'm seeing isn't lining up with what you're telling me.”
    I pulled my hands away at this.
    “Excuse me?”
    “What I mean...” she said slowly, enunciating every word, “is that what you are saying, and what I am seeing... they aren't the same. I can see that you're happy. Because you are. I see that. You are with your current partner and he makes you very happy right now. But… you are not with your forever partner. Your soulmate.”
    “Excuse me?” My voice had gone up three octaves. I was practically screeching. “I love my husband, and how dare you say we are not meant to be together.”
    That was it. I was leaving. My marriage was the one thing I was not going to let her muck up in some pseudo-psychic reading. She could bash my job, my childhood, or even my financial future, but not my marriage.
    “Charlotte, please don't be mad. This is not my fault. Nor is it yours. It's the universe, and right now you're connecting with someone who can guide you to your future. This is fate. This is not a coincidence. You met him for a reason. You met me for a reason. Please, do not bring children into this world with your husband. I promise you, in three years, you will thank me. You will welcome twins with your future husband. That is all I can see.”
    I got up, aggressively slipped on my shoes, and didn’t say anything as I walked towards the door. My hands were shaking. I was just pulling the door open to leave when I heard her mutter something I would never forget.
    “Around Amara's wedding in June, things will start to unravel. It may seem hopeless for a while. But there is much happiness in your future. Just follow your heart.”
     
    I sat there, gawking, as Lainey stood up to come talk to me. Oh no, oh no, oh no . The last time I’d talked to this woman, she’d completely turned my life upside down. I smiled as she sat down across from me at the booth. I looked over at Amara, who was bent over the glass trying to find the most delectable donuts. She was picky about the freshness. I didn’t care. I’d eat a 2-day-old donut any day.
    “She’ll be there for a while,” Lainey said, dismissively gesturing to Amara as she leaned in towards me.
    “What?”
    “Amara. She won’t see me.”
    “Oh.”
    “How are you, Charlotte?”
    “I’ve been better. All thanks to