In the Moors by Nina Milton Page B

you lost your life. Because you were on a document.”
    â€œHow would I ever know?” she asked. “How would I ever remember such a thing?”
    â€œYou don’t remember. Maybe you never will. But if a voice said the exact words to you for a second time, that might have made you feel as dreadful … as petrified … as it did the first time.”
    She gave a slow nod. “I see.”
    â€œNaturally, you might not believe that people have more than one life.”
    â€œNot believe, perhaps. But I would consider it.” She gave me a smile that almost reached her eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”
    â€œYou know, there are therapists who specializing in taking people back into their former lives under hypnosis. I could do this in a shamanic way, teach you to journey for yourself, so your guides can show you some of your previous pasts. But it’s up to you whether you go for either of these options.”
    â€œI don’t want to change my therapist. I like what you are doing.”
    â€œThat’s reasonable.” I touched her hand. “Maybe we should concentrate on healing the knock you’ve taken, so you get back to feeling whole and balanced. I’d like to explain the rudiments of experiencing a trance state. Then, as well as keeping a dream diary, you can enter your shamanic consciousness and work with your own guides and guardians.”
    â€œIt sounds exciting.”
    â€œHope so. It may be scary too—I’ll show you how to deal with anything too difficult.”
    â€œI think this will suit me better than hypnotherapy. I like to be in control.”
    â€œI’d noticed,” I said, smiling at her. “The entire point is to empower you. Get that power you had back inside you.” I stood up. “Are you ready for the first step?”
    She stood too. “Yes. I am ready.”
    â€œSee? You’re up for anything. S&G would be crazy to let you go.” I altered the shape of the sun lounger so that Marianne could fully relax on it. “I’m going to ask you to lay a scarf over your eyes.”
    Marianne dipped down and unzipped her cherry-red boots. It was like watching a gymnast perform a floor exercise. As she sank back onto the lounger, she said, “You think I will be a good student, Sabbie? I don’t believe I have any psychic powers in me.”
    â€œYou won’t need any more than you naturally have. We all have spirit world guides, whether we know it or not. Just let your mind go where they bid it go. You’ll surprise yourself.” I draped a fleecy rug over her knees and went about setting up a gentle drumming CD. I pulled the wicker chair closer so that I could guide her through her first journey.
    â€œThis is encouraging, is it not?” she whispered.
    â€œYes,” I whispered back. “We’ve moved on today. That’s good.”
    The scarf was over her eyes and her breath was already calming. For the first time since she had walked into my house, I began to feel positive about Marianne and the work we could do together. And that gave me the confidence to believe I could eventually help Cliff.

SIX
    â€œSabbie, is that you?”
    â€œCliff!” I barely recognised my client’s voice on the phone. It sounded like the guts had been taken out of it.
    â€œI need to see you, Sabbie. Now.”
    â€œCliff, it’s Wednesday evening. Can it wait for your Saturday appointment?”
    â€œYou haven’t heard.”
    â€œHeard what?”
    â€œAnother child’s gone missing.”
    â€œWhat? A child?”
    â€œYes. Someone has kidnapped a child. Today. They’re already saying it’s like the Josh Sutton case.”
    I closed my eyes against his words, as if that would make them less sickening.
    â€œSabbie? Can I see you? I need to talk to someone.”
    â€œAre you sure that should be me?”
    â€œI saw my solicitor earlier and she