After a long workday, Meghan heads to her car where something waits for her.
Keys clicked beneath Meghan’s swift fingers as she finished the note on her previous patient. She was expecting a new patient today. A Reta Brown. She lifted her head from the notes at a soft knock on the door. There a woman stood. Her arms covered her chest and her eyes were downcast.
To avoid startling the woman, she kept her voice light. “Reta, is it?”
The woman nodded and stepped into the office.
Meghan engaged her power, pulling it up from her core and out. Bright red light radiated and snapped from the woman. Spikes of electricity moved over her face, arms, and her lower back. A red aura often signified a severe soul trauma and the electrical spikes showed her the physical pain. She extended her hands, open and palms up, an invitation of safety, toward the woman. “Please, come in, and have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? Water? Soda?”
Reta pulled her purse tight to her chest and shook her head. “No, thank you.” Black and blue eyes lifted to meet hers as she lowered herself into the chair.
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