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am,” the voice said. “Now please go.”
    “Sorry, dude,” the guy said. He removed his hand from Sara’s arm and backed away. “Didn’t mean to mess with your girlfriend.”
    The two left Starbucks with their coffees.
    “Are you okay?” Sara’s rescuer said with concern. He placed his warm hand softly on her shoulder.
    Sara felt her body tingle. She reluctantly looked up at the stranger and was caught off guard by his appearance. She expected a much older gentleman, someone who was at least in his fifties. This man appeared to be in his late twenties, about eight years older than she. He was poised and collected and had the kindest blue eyes eyes she had ever seen. His facial features were soft, gentle. His wavy golden hair perfectly framed his face, and Sara noticed the distinct outline of his toned biceps under his shirt. She had never met him before, yet somehow he looked oddly familiar. A chill ran through Sara’s body. This man was staring at her—in a good way. But that’s not what drew Sara to him. It was the energy he projected. He was a positive force, someone who—even after just a couple of minutes—she could imagine curling up on the couch with in front of the fireplace.
    “I’m Chip,” he said. Chip smiled and extended his hand.
    “Sara,” she replied weakly.
    “Nice to meet you, Sara.”
    As their hands touched gently, Sara noticed a wave of powerful electricity run through her. Her whole body felt energized. She wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him. She could tell by the way he was staring at her that he felt the same way.
    “Nice to meet you, too, Chip,” she said finally.
    “Do you mind if I sit down?” he asked. He glanced around the coffee shop as if there were nowhere else appropriate for him to sit.
    Sara hesitated before replying. “Well… I don’t know if I’d be very good company,” she said, “but go ahead.”
    “Somehow I find that hard to believe,” he said, smiling again. “You’re already good company.”
    Why did I just tell him to sit with me? she wondered. A sad, hopeless girl like her didn’t have the time or desire for frivolous conversation. She wasn’t looking for a friend or a relationship. Those hopes had ended long ago, after her many attempts to connect to and relate with others had failed.
    And now all that remained was the dismal abyss she had plummeted into. Until Chip sat down across from her, the only thing she could focus on was how to finally end her suffering. But somehow his very presence had her confused. He had stood up for her when those guys harassed her. What did he want now? Couldn’t he see she just wanted to be alone?
    Chip reached over and instinctively put his hand on hers. His hand was soft, warm, and so full of life. He gave her a sympathetic smile. Sara looked down nervously at the table. Her conflicted feelings began to build. Even though they had just met, she surprisingly welcomed his touch. His warmth and compassion reached her heart, a heart that for years had been isolated and cut off from the world. A heart that had always yearned for love. It was as if a part of her soul had been reawakened with him.
    The beautiful moment ended abruptly when Sara once again began to see one of her disturbing visions. The familiar feelings of fear and dread returned. This time, a gorgeous woman who looked a lot like Chip was frantically running down a neighborhood street. Sara’s heart raced as she felt the terror that pulsed through the woman’s veins. Sara then saw a shiny red Corvette accelerating toward the woman and then striking her. She flipped over the hood of the vehicle, screaming. Her blood splattered across the windshield. Sara’s whole body clenched. Then she felt the woman’s love and concern for her young son, the one she would leave behind. Suddenly, it became clear to Sara: this woman, Celeste, was Chip’s mother. Then, just like the thousands of other visions Sara had witnessed over the years, the