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you.”
    “Now, now.”
    She’d aged in the last year. Her once dark brown, curly hair was now sprinkled with grey hairs, and fine lines ran across her face.
    “Are you here to predict another life-altering event? You know, I always thought I might be a lesbian. What does my future say?” I chided sarcastically, anger tinting my words.
    “You’ve met him.”
    “Who?”
    “Your soulmate.”
    I sat there, still as a board. My breath stilled. Her words resonated with me. Your soulmate. It was such a heavy word.
    “Alec?” I whispered his name.
    “Yes.”
    “But… he left.”
    “You’ll go after him.”
    “When?”
    “Tonight.” She reached out for my hands, and I reluctantly let her take them. “Listen to me. You’re very hard to read, but your love life has always been very clear to me. That day I foretold your future, I got you to wake up. Harry was never the one. You woke up. You woke up to your life. Do you get it?”
    “I think so,” I mumbled.
    “Fate and destiny are very real, very powerful things. It was fate that led you to Alec, was it not?”
    I thought about it. It was true. I’d hopped on the first flight to Europe, and I happened to flag down Tommy’s taxi, which took me to Parc-Le-Bouveret. All in all, if you thought about it, it made perfect sense.
    “I’m scared.”
    I was being honest now. What if he rejected me? What if he didn’t want to see me?
    “You’re on the right path. Isn’t it nice knowing that? Go. Go tonight,” she commanded. She got up to leave.
    “Wait. How do you know all of this?”
    She smiled without answering and walked out the door. The bells chimed right as Amara sat down.
    “You look spooked. What happened?”
    “I have to go to Wales. Tonight.”
     
     
     
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    I inhaled my donuts as we power-walked back to my apartment. I threw the door open and immediately began unloading my trusty red suitcase. I’d left all of the clothes in there, including the muddy, green wellie boots and Mary’s yellow mohair sweater—my favorite item of all.
    “Charlotte,” Amara asked, trying to get my attention. “Charlotte?”
    I looked up.
    “Hmm?”
    She waved to the suitcase, and then to me.
    “What’s going on? You dragged me home before I could fully enjoy my chocolate bar, insisting that you had to leave for Wales tonight. Why the change of heart?”
    “Lainey was there.”
    “Who?”
    “The psychic,” I said, exasperated, throwing random clothes into the red suitcase. I was trying to be rational. It was December. It would be cold. I needed to pack warm clothes. “The psychic from January. The woman who started it all.”
    “Lainey was there? In the donut shop?”
    “Yes. That’s what I’m trying to say,” I sighed, getting slightly annoyed. “She said I would go to Wales tonight.”
    “I see.” She handed me a jacket. “I assume you need a ride,” she said, grinning.
    I couldn’t tell if she believed me. I wouldn’t believe myself right now. In fact, I’d probably check myself in to a mental institution. It was possible I’d hallucinated the entire evening. Alec, Lainey… maybe they were figments of my imagination. But then I glanced at the white lilies sitting in the vase—the lilies Alec had brought me just an hour or so ago, which had replaced the god-awful red roses that were now sitting inside my trash can.
    “Why are you looking at me like that?” I threw some sweaters and jeans into the suitcase.
    “Because you finally realized what you need to do. I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses for three months.”
    “Very funny.”
    I threw some makeup in, along with a blow-dryer and basic toiletries, and quickly put my passport in my purse. I was ready.
    “Oh, no. You’re not going like that,” Amara said, looking disgusted. She pointed to my sweatpants and mascara-stained face. “A five minute shower would do you wonders.”
    I agreed, and within fifteen minutes, I was dressed in skinny jeans, a black