felt relieved, since his whole demeanor had been one of skepticism, and he’d been angry with the whole investigation to begin with. Her job just got easier because she knew that Mrs. Singer would be much more relaxed and receptive. Her elbow stung as she remembered the tumble she took in the basement. The door opened before she could knock, and she was led to the dining room, where a pretty spread of cookies and coffee was already set up.
Sunny felt trepidation radiating from the woman, but she hoped the feeling would be gone this afternoon.
“I’m so nervous.”
Sunny smiled easily. “No need to be. Please sit down and relax.”
The woman held a hand to her stomach, and in an instant, Sunny knew she was absolutely doing the right thing.
“I’m sorry that it’s taken so long to get back to you and for the last cancellation. My husband…” She trailed off.
Sunny reached for her hand. “It’s fine, really. There was a reason for it, and that will become clear while we talk. First, I want to tell you that we did get an EVP.”
Mrs. Singer paled. “That’s electric voice phenomenon, right?”
“Yes, the recorder can pick up voices that the normal ear usually can’t.” Sunny made a decision on the spot not to tell her about the shadow movement caught on the video. She knew that it and the voice they caught on the recorder were the same energy. She didn’t want to frighten her unnecessarily. “Second, I want to ask if there has been any more activity since we did our investigation.”
“Honestly? No. That’s when my husband decided it was all in my imagination.”
“I’m just going to let you listen to this, and then we’ll get started, okay?” Sunny brought the recording up on her laptop and briefly explained the lines showing decibels and frequencies on the graph. “Pay attention to this area right here.” She pointed to the screen and highlighted a portion of the bar then pushed play.
“I’m okay here.”
With her eyes wide as saucers, Mrs. Singer leaned forward to listen to the small voice again. “It’s a child!”
Sunny felt the excitement radiate from her client; the feeling was eagerness and not fear. Good, that’s what she was hoping for. “Wait. It comes in again in thirty seconds.”
“I’ll be seeing you.”
“Does that say ‘I see you?’”
Sunny pulled the bar back with her mouse and played it again.
“I’ll be seeing you.”
Now she did feel fear from Mrs. Singer, so she jumped in to put her at ease. To offer the psychic impression that she’d received just this morning. Reaching for her hand again, she talked in a soothing voice. “I want you to relax and listen to me, okay?”
Sunny took a deep breath. Mrs. Singer’s reaction could go one of two ways, and she hoped it would be the one that could lead to some comfort. “Mrs. Singer, did you lose a child?”
“Oh, God.” She pulled her hands away to cover her mouth. Her grief erupted into keening sobs. “How could you possibly know that?” She swung around in her chair to look at the pretty, but empty, kitchen. “Is he here? Is my baby here?”
Sunny felt her pain stab at her own heart. “No, ma’am.” This was the hard part. Sunny felt the loss of that child as if it were her own, and tears stung her eyes while she tried to center herself. Not mine, she reminded herself. This pain didn’t belong to her.
“Ma’am?”
Mrs. Singer had rested her head on her arms. It was several moments later when she began talking. “Five years ago, before I met my husband. We were living in Montana with my parents.” She steadied a bit and sat back up. “Keith was three years old. It was the middle of winter and he got a cold.” Her eyes pleaded with Sunny for understanding. “A stupid cold and we were snowed in, trapped by the blizzard that swept through the state. Oh, we weren’t worried, my mother and I; we just did the normal routine that you do when your babies get sick.” She looked to the left,
Sunny felt trepidation radiating from the woman, but she hoped the feeling would be gone this afternoon.
“I’m so nervous.”
Sunny smiled easily. “No need to be. Please sit down and relax.”
The woman held a hand to her stomach, and in an instant, Sunny knew she was absolutely doing the right thing.
“I’m sorry that it’s taken so long to get back to you and for the last cancellation. My husband…” She trailed off.
Sunny reached for her hand. “It’s fine, really. There was a reason for it, and that will become clear while we talk. First, I want to tell you that we did get an EVP.”
Mrs. Singer paled. “That’s electric voice phenomenon, right?”
“Yes, the recorder can pick up voices that the normal ear usually can’t.” Sunny made a decision on the spot not to tell her about the shadow movement caught on the video. She knew that it and the voice they caught on the recorder were the same energy. She didn’t want to frighten her unnecessarily. “Second, I want to ask if there has been any more activity since we did our investigation.”
“Honestly? No. That’s when my husband decided it was all in my imagination.”
“I’m just going to let you listen to this, and then we’ll get started, okay?” Sunny brought the recording up on her laptop and briefly explained the lines showing decibels and frequencies on the graph. “Pay attention to this area right here.” She pointed to the screen and highlighted a portion of the bar then pushed play.
“I’m okay here.”
With her eyes wide as saucers, Mrs. Singer leaned forward to listen to the small voice again. “It’s a child!”
Sunny felt the excitement radiate from her client; the feeling was eagerness and not fear. Good, that’s what she was hoping for. “Wait. It comes in again in thirty seconds.”
“I’ll be seeing you.”
“Does that say ‘I see you?’”
Sunny pulled the bar back with her mouse and played it again.
“I’ll be seeing you.”
Now she did feel fear from Mrs. Singer, so she jumped in to put her at ease. To offer the psychic impression that she’d received just this morning. Reaching for her hand again, she talked in a soothing voice. “I want you to relax and listen to me, okay?”
Sunny took a deep breath. Mrs. Singer’s reaction could go one of two ways, and she hoped it would be the one that could lead to some comfort. “Mrs. Singer, did you lose a child?”
“Oh, God.” She pulled her hands away to cover her mouth. Her grief erupted into keening sobs. “How could you possibly know that?” She swung around in her chair to look at the pretty, but empty, kitchen. “Is he here? Is my baby here?”
Sunny felt her pain stab at her own heart. “No, ma’am.” This was the hard part. Sunny felt the loss of that child as if it were her own, and tears stung her eyes while she tried to center herself. Not mine, she reminded herself. This pain didn’t belong to her.
“Ma’am?”
Mrs. Singer had rested her head on her arms. It was several moments later when she began talking. “Five years ago, before I met my husband. We were living in Montana with my parents.” She steadied a bit and sat back up. “Keith was three years old. It was the middle of winter and he got a cold.” Her eyes pleaded with Sunny for understanding. “A stupid cold and we were snowed in, trapped by the blizzard that swept through the state. Oh, we weren’t worried, my mother and I; we just did the normal routine that you do when your babies get sick.” She looked to the left,
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