Me and Colin had got married in church and I suppose I had some beliefs, but matters had been confused for me when Thomas went missing, mainly because it made me wonder why God would do this to me. But I hedged my bets both ways, because I wanted to think of Thomas in heaven if he was dead. And her in hell. The idea of going to see a psychic had grown inside me and eventually it burst out at the missing group. As we all sat round looking sad, clasping out teacups, and talking about the next campaign, as they now called their searches, I broached the subject. ‘I was wondering if any of you had been to see a psychic? You know, someone who gets in touch with the other side.’ There was nodding and it seemed most people had, at some time. Jenny Coombes, whose fifteen-year-old son had gone missing four years ago, spoke up. ‘I have. I went to see a reader and she read my cards, then did a session. She told me he was buried in Gloucestershire.’ I gulped.
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