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She wasn’t wrong. Cara tapped her nails on the desk.
‘Have you any questions?’ asked Sylvia.
‘Yes. How is this Twin Flame thing different from other relationships?’
‘This bond is unbreakable. I’m on my own Twin Flame journey. My husband and I are now at peace and no longer battle and spin in the old cycle. We had to overcome our own demons before we were able to live together in harmony. We each had emotional scars and baggage to release before we were free. No matter what you do to escape the cycle, the love doesn’t diminish. The Twin Flame dynamic is chameleon-like. You think you’ve understood and then it changes again because it pushes you to your outer limits of self-realisation. Unlike other relationships where you overcome heartbreak, lose interest and move on, the Twin Flame connection cannot be extinguished. You are irresistibly drawn to one another. Forever.’
Sylvia asked to see Cara’s hand. Cara placed it gently in hers and waited. Sylvia’s eyes narrowed as she examined Cara’s palm. ‘Your lifeline is fragmented, which is highly irregular, it’s as if you are simultaneously living more than one life. I’ve only ever seen something similar when I was a young girl under apprenticeship. A woman came to see my teacher and claimed to have the gift of time travel. She had the ability to live in different timelines.’
Cara’s mouth dropped open.
A time traveller? Now that’s taking all of this a little too far...
Sylvia released her hand and restored the cards to a neat pile. ‘We’re at the end of our session today.’
‘Oh yes, of course,’ said Cara, glancing at the clock on the wall. She couldn’t believe an hour had passed.
‘If you still want to know more, I suggest booking in for another session in a week or two. It’s a lot to take in. That will give events time to unfold and allow you to gain insight intowhat you’ve learned today. In the meantime, try to stay calm. Surrender to what is. Trust that you will be guided through this stormy period. Take it one step at a time and follow your intuition.’
‘Okay. Thank you,’ said Cara.
‘Goodbye, my dear. Take care. I’m here if you need me.’
Cara left the office.
What now?
CHAPTER 4
York, present day
Cara headed back to her office, barely registering where she was going. She couldn’t get her head around Sylvia’s prediction. Could it be possible she had glimpsed her past life, and she was some kind of time traveller?
This is crazy!
The idea seemed incomprehensible, but what other explanation was there for her vivid flashbacks and the deja-vu she kept experiencing around George?
She was compelled to solve the puzzle and couldn’t concentrate on anything else. George’s gold embossed business card rested in her hand, and she pondered the situation. She yearned to see him again. The more she tried to evict him from her thoughts, the more he featured in the starring role. His dark eyes floated like a mirage before her.
She gulped the remnants of her coffee, grabbed her jacket and dashed out of the office, shouting to her assistant as she ran towards the door, ‘I’ll be back later if anyone needs me.’
Cara set out in the direction of George’s workshop. She knew the area. The Shambles was in the medieval centre of York, near the old market, about twenty minutes on foot. Her high heeled sandals pinched her feet as she ran, then walked, then ran. She didn’t notice the discomfort because she was too busy turning over in her mind what to say when she arrived at his workshop.
I was passing by and wondered whether George is around?
She shook her head, irritably.
No. That sounded contrived and wouldn’t do.
How about:
George invited me to see the Tudor Kings’ Manuscript and said I could pop in anytime. Is he around by any chance?
The more Cara rehearsed what to say, the more nervous she grew. She decided to take her chances. She was only making herself more uptight. Her heart did a fast canter as she played out the potential scenarios.
It was likely he wouldn’t be there anyway. Wasn’t it?
She was behaving like a naive young girl going on her first date. But she couldn’t help it; she was at the mercy of a tidal wave of emotion.
