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That much is true. I sense the enormity of it.
It leads me to other questions I’ve had for a while. Claudette is the only person I know who might have the answers.
But am I ready for them?
I sense that whatever Claudette will tell me will send me deeper down the rabbit hole.
But my damn curiosity wins out.
“You said twin flames or triple flames are one soul split into different parts. What made our soul split?”
Her gaze turns to me, studying me, scrutinizing me, and I find it hard to sit still and not fidget. What is she trying to find?
“Do you still have the letter I gave you on the ship?” she asks.
“The one for a rainy day?” I clarify.
She nods.
I shake my head no. “It was in the suitcase we had to leave behind on the ship.”
Claudette gets that faraway look on her face. I wonder where her mind goes when that happens.
“I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this,” she eventually says.
She’s probably right. “Why not?”
She chuckles. “Because you don’t believe in past or parallel lives. But whether you do or not, it doesn’t make a difference. It’s similar to gravity. Whether you believe in its force or not, it still keeps your feet on the ground.”
“By parallel life, you mean another lifetime somewhere else at the same time as we’re living our current life?”
“Yes. In another time-space-reality. To most, this seems implausible. But quantum physics suggests it’s a real possibility.”
I look at her skeptically. “It’s hard to prove.”
“Do you need proof if you know it’s true?”
What the hell does that mean?
Though the idea that I might be living a totally different life somewhere else is interesting. I hope wherever I am it’s better than the wretched circumstances staring me in the face here in this lifetime.
Claudette watches me, twinkles in her eyes. I bet she knows that my thoughts are sympathetic to the wild possibilities she’s throwing at me.
I want to dismiss it all, forget about this entire conversation, but it’s too late for that. The idea is lodged in my mind.
“I still want to know,” I tell her.
“Okay then. Let me tell you a whimsical story,” Claudette says.
But before she gets the first word out, the front door opens, and Aiden comes into view. He stomps his feet several times to remove dirt from his shoes before entering. His face is red from the cold and he rubs his hands together to bring some warmth to them.
“Ahh, Perfect timing,” Claudette says. “This concerns you just as much as Ella.”
Ade’s movements slow, and he raises an eyebrow. Uncertainty and ‘oh no’ are written all over his face. He’s probably wondering what Claudette is up to this time. She’s proven quite unpredictable on our trip here, so I can totally understand his hesitation.
“Are you giving Ella a reading about us?” he asks, attempting humor, but it’s falling flat. The tension in his voice is a telltale sign he’s not up for more surprises today.
I wish now he hadn’t come in, and I could have listened to Claudette first and decide afterward whether the story of how our soul split is worth sharing. But that ship has sailed.
