Sarah slumped into a seat as the bus pulled away from the stop and shut her eyes against the harsh midday sun. She willed herself to forget the last two hours as she rubbed her sore wrist. She glanced at it again to make sure it wasn’t bruised. It would be hard to explain if there was anything showing. She was on the verge of tears but refused to let them come. It was over for now. She needed to think about what to prepare for dinner.
Vanessa glanced out the window as she passed and saw her neighbour walking up the drive. She liked Sarah. They were only acquaintances as yet but she felt they would become friends soon. Sarah and her husband had only moved in next door a couple of months before.
She waved, but Sarah seemed preoccupied and didn’t notice. Vanessa made a mental note to talk to her later on about the upcoming block party. It would be a good way for James and his wife to get to know their new neighbours.
She went back to her notebook and did some work for a couple of hours and then decided it might be a good time to go next door. She knocked and Sarah answered right away.
“Hi Sarah. Hope I’m not interrupting anything. Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Hi Vanessa. Sure, come on in. Can I make you a coffee?”
They sat down on the sofa.
“Oh, no thanks. I’ll only take a minute of your time. Just wanted to let you know there’s going to be a block party in a couple of weeks. We do this at least once every summer. I thought it might be a good way for you and James to get to know everyone. What do you think?”
“Um, sounds good. I’ll tell James about it. I guess it would be good to get to know folks around here.”
“Wonderful. I’ll fill you in on the details as soon the committee finalizes everything.”
Reaching over and touching Sarah’s hand as she stood to leave a vision shot through Vanessa’s mind with an intense rush. She felt Sarah jump slightly as though from a small electric shock but she quickly recovered her poise.
“Alright then, talk to you soon.”
Vanessa walked back to her house slowly hoping nothing had shown on her face. When she got back inside she sat down and rubbed her temples. It was happening again. From time to time since she’d gotten a severe concussion in a car accident in her early 20’s she was prone to visions. She hesitated to use the word psychic but in essence that’s what they were. Sometimes when she touched people she could see things that had happened or were about to happen to them. It was a most unwelcome gift. She had resigned herself to it over the years but kept it to herself.
She thought about what she had just seen. A blond man was menacing Sarah. He was standing over her with his hand raised as if to strike her as she cowered beneath him. Her heart sank as she realized that James was blond. Sarah must be an abused wife.
Damn. What was she to do? She couldn’t report him. Nobody would believe that she knew what was going on because she’d had a vision and she wasn’t one to lie and say she’d witnessed the abuse. There was also Vanessa’s feelings to consider. Yet she couldn’t simply forget what she had seen. This was the first time this sort of situation had happened. She had to figure out what to do.
Part 2 Tomorrow