Page 107 of Sing it, Sam

She stops short and shoves her hands in her jacket pockets. “It’s about Sam.”

I halt mid-step and shuffle my feet to face her. “Sam?”What can she possible have to tell me about Sam?

“Before I say much more, have you spoken to him today?”

Huh?I chew on the inside of my bottom lip. “No. Why?”

Britt toys with her rainbow knitted scarf. “I tend not to say things when Janice is around, because of her views on certain things, but I have visions from time to time.”

“Visions? What? Like a psychic or something?”

She shrugs. “Ever since I was young, I’ve always been very spiritually aware.”

“O-kay.”Is there a particular reason that this has something to do with Sam?

“Sam’s been on my mind today. Actually, from about eleven o’clock last night, if I’m honest.”

Is that why she was funny when I mentioned I was writing our story?

I scratch at the skin beside my thumbnail. Britt reaches out with one hand and curls it over my shoulder. “I’m sensing that he had a fall.”

Oh, no.I clutch at my chest. “Is he okay? I mean, what did you see?”Is she for real?

Her shoulders drop, and her lips pull into a straight line. She looks deep into my eyes for a moment before her lips part. “I think you should go see him. As soon as possible.”

What?She knows how far away he is, and yet she’s telling me to go ASAP?How bad was this fall?

I scramble in my handbag for my car keys. Determination hits me as I touch the cool metal. With a shaky hand, I grip my phone and pull it out and bring up ‘B’ in my contacts. “I need to make a call,” I mumble.

“Of course,” Britt whispers.

I can’t run the risk that she’s just spinning some spooky bullshit. If I’m accused of being loopy, I don’t care. I need to know if there’s any truth in what Britt has said.

I ring Sam, but it goes through to voicemail.Damn it. I dial Ben’s number. He picks up on the second ring.

“Did Sam fall?” I blurt out, my voice shaking just like my hands.

“Jane? How did you know?” Ben says in a high-pitched voice.

I cover my hand with my mouth and nod at Britt. Her eyes widen. My heart jumps up into my throat.Holy crap. She was right. Britt said I should go see him, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

“It doesn’t matter how,” I choke out. “Text me the address. I’m on my way.”

“But Jane, we’re coming up there tomorrow. He’s okay.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m coming.”

I need to be there for him. I have to make sure Sam’s okay.

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