Free All You Desire by Kirsten Miller Page B

night, and I think I just figured out what it means. I’m pretty sure you need to see more of the life that you and Beau shared. I think there could be some sort of clue hidden deep in your memories.”
    â€œI know . That’s why I’m still in Florence.”
    â€œYou’re in Florence ?” Leah repeated as if it made no sense at all. “ Italy?”
    â€œI’ve been standing in front of the place where Beau and I used to live, trying to summon a vision of Naddo. There might have been something unusual about him back then—a skill or talent—something that could help me find him today. But I haven’t seen a single useful thing!”
    â€œI don’t think you’re supposed to be in Italy,” Leah said. “You need to get back to New York. There’s someone there who can help.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Haven sniffled.
    â€œIn my vision, I saw you talking to an old woman. It’s gonna sound crazy, but she had a towel on her head. And she was surrounded by smoke.”
    â€œSmoke?”
    â€œYeah, I don’t get it either. But this woman is important. I think she helps people see into their past lives.”
    â€œIs that possible?” Haven asked. “I’ve never heard of anyone who can do stuff like that.”
    â€œAnything’s possible ,” Leah said. “But you should ask Iain. He knows the old lady. I’m surprised he hasn’t mentioned her yet.”
    â€œIain knows the woman surrounded by smoke?”
    â€œI can’t say for sure, but I heard her mention him in my vision. She called him Mr. Morrow.”
    â€œAnd you say this woman lives in New York?”
    â€œYep. Do you think you can make it there?”
    â€œI’ll be on the first flight I can get,” Haven said. Even if it took her very last cent, she’d be in Manhattan by morning.
    â€œGood. Maybe I’ll see you there soon,” Leah said. “I’m planning a little trip for spring break.”
    â€œYou’re going to New York?” Leah Frizzell and New York didn’t belong in the same sentence.
    â€œI’ve been meaning to call you for the past few days. I keep having visions that seem to take place in New York. In most of them, I see a thin man with a stick walking through a garden. There are flowers and trees all around him. At first I figured he was in the woods. But then I spotted a round subway entrance in the distance. It’s shaped like a little temple. Anyways, I’m pretty sure the man’s somewhere in Manhattan, and I’m supposed to go find him. Any idea where I should start looking?”
    â€œFor a man with a stick . . .” Haven gasped. “Wait a second. What does he look like?”
    â€œDon’t worry, it’s not him,” Leah assured her. “It’s not Adam Rosier.”
    â€œYou’re positive?” Haven asked.
    â€œYou told me that Adam’s always the same age, right? That he doesn’t get any older? Well, this man I’m looking for is probably sixty or so. And bald. But does the rest of it ring any bells? The flowers and trees and the round subway entrance shaped like a temple?”
    â€œThere are an awful lot of parks and subway entrances in New York,” Haven said. “You remember anything else?”
    â€œThere was a bird. Looked like some kind of hawk.”
    â€œWell, that doesn’t help much,” Haven said. It was the sort of weird detail that only Leah would recall. “But I’ll keep an eye out for subway entrances when I get to the city. I’ll ask Iain too. Maybe he’ll know where your man is.”
    â€œNo, don’t go talking to Iain about this,” Leah insisted. “Let’s keep it between us for now, okay?”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œâ€™Cause the future has a way of shifting. I’m only telling you because I have a feeling the man with the stick and the woman surrounded by