“Is that possible?”
I didn’t have all the answers, nothing even close to a complete understanding, but after reading all about reincarnation and déjà vu, I believed Shawn was literally the man of my dreams, my memories, the odd ones that felt like dreams. I desperately wanted to share every sunset with him, every sunrise, every snowflake, every frost on every pumpkin, every summer storm for the rest of my life—all my lives—no matter what form they took.
“You know what, Mystic? When I get back to Shawn, back to Earth, I should take some of this trickery to Hollywood with me. Think of the money I could save Dad just by snapping my fingers. He’ll finally find me useful for something.”
I tried to perform some hocus pocus of my own. “Make it rain!”
Nothing. Not a drop from the sky or a dollar for my G-string.
Having my powers back was the key to so many things, including that reunion.