The Color of Forever Read Online Free PDF Page A

I hadn’t felt that way since I watched The Exorcist on television with Mark, a year before we were married. He went home afterward and left me alone in my apartment. I didn’t sleep a wink that night.
    Rising from my chair, I crossed to the kitchen and switched on the overhead light, then went room to room and turned on lights everywhere, as well as the TV, and that was much better. I didn’t feel quite so alone with the reassuring laughter of the audience on The Big Bang Theory .
    I then decided to call my mom and check in with her. I asked about her day and she asked about mine, and eventually I made the mistake of letting it slip that I’d had a vision during the accident and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. She asked me about a few details and then I told her about what I’d just read on the reincarnation website.
    “Oh, Katlyn. Surely you don’t believe in any of that mumbo jumbo,” she scoffed. “You were unconscious and had a dream. That’s all it was, and you had it because of your divorce and because you still want to be married and have children. That’s a goal you should be focusing on. You shouldn’t be reading about reincarnation and past lives on the Internet. You should be surfing around a dating site. What about that eHarmony place I always see advertised on television? I’m sure you could meet a wonderful man if you just put yourself out there. The clock’s ticking, you know.”
    I held the phone away from my ear, because I didn’t want to listen to what she was saying. I wished I’d called Bailey instead.
    Later, after I promised not to waste any more precious time reading about reincarnation—only so she’d stop pressuring me about finding a husband—we hung up, but I still couldn’t get all the unsettling ideas out of my head. And still, I had no real understanding about what happened to me.
    I’d heard of people undergoing past life regressions through hypnotism, but did I really want to venture into such a New Age world? Most people I knew would think I’d lost my marbles if I told them I thought I was reincarnated. And there were so many quacks and scam artists out there—trying to take advantage of people like me.
    No, Katelyn. This is ridiculous. There’s no such thing as reincarnation and you didn’t have a vision of a past life. It was just a very vivid dream.
    Besides, what good would it do to know about a past life? This was my life today—I was Katelyn Roberts, recently divorced television reporter—and if I had been someone else, in another time or parallel universe, what difference would it make to know about that? Wasn’t it more important to live for today and the future, not the past?
    In the end, I resolved to do what any sane person would do. I forced myself to stop thinking about that vision on the steep tract of the mountain, focus on the here and now, and investigate eHarmony.com.

One Year Later

Chapter Nine

    “I think you should go for it,” Bailey said as we sat down at the crowded bar and ordered two glasses of white wine while we waited for our table. “It’s CNN.”
    “Yeah, I know,” I replied, without much enthusiasm.
    Bailey touched my hand and spoke compassionately. “I’m sorry. I know you were hoping to get that anchor position at the station, and it sucks that they brought in someone else. So maybe this is your cue that it’s time for a change. This could be your dream job, or it might lead to something else that’s new and different. On top of that, you’d be working in New York City at the Time Warner Center, and I could come and visit you. We could shop and go to shows.”
    I shifted my purse on my lap. “It’s on the other side of the country. You know I’m a West Coast girl, born and raised. My parents are here, you’re here, all my friends. And rental prices in New York…” I whistled. “I’d probably have to live in a closet.”
    “I’d bet you’d get an adorable apartment,” Bailey replied. “Or you