I was nervous about doing this. What if it didn’t work? In an odd way, I really did want it to work; I was curious about this woman who could just up sticks disappear and never contact any of her family. I was also curious after what my mother had told me. What if she really did know something about my gift? What if she knew something that would help me to find Sam? The thoughts whirled through my mind. I suppose if I didn’t try it I’d never know. Getting up from the sofa, I crossed into the bedroom and opened the top drawer on my bedside locker. Rummaging inside, I searched for a white candle; I had to have one in here somewhere. Finally grabbing a small stubby one, I walked back into the main area of the flat. I wasn’t sure about which mirror I should write it on. Which one would be appropriate, I wondered before finally deciding on the cheval mirror in my bedroom. Grabbing the lighter from the kitchen, I trotted back into the room and picked up an eyeliner pencil.
