A glimpse:

*a letter sent to an address but returned....it is now in Aimee's hands as she reads it*

July 11, 2008

Dearest,

It's been four years and if what we have is love, then I do not want to know it, because since you have been gone all that is left is emptiness. I'm begging you my love one last time, come home and tell me why it is you left. Have I done something? Is there another?

I need you now, there is so much happening that no one knows and I am afraid that what I knew of my powers is completly wrong. My beloved, you know my secret as no one else does. It is stronger now then when I you left, and much stronger then when I first came to know I had it. I am....sensing things that confuse me...and it makes me think that something is changing. I dont know how and I don't know why but I wish you were here. Come back to me, come see your daughter, she has just turned six now and she has grown to be so like you. I am writing to the last address you gave me, I pray it reaches you, and that you are safe and still love me as I do you.

Devotedly yours,

Aimee Manson

Aimee Manson read the letter once and frowning looked at the date that was on her calendar, It had been three years since she'd wrote the lettter and  her daughter had just turned nine. She didn't feel the emotions she had felt when she'd written the letter or this is what she told herself. Swallowing hard she slipped the letter back into the drawer of her desk that she closed and locked. Upstairs she could hear Joanna running in her hurry to get ready for school. The mother smiled as left the room, she glanced one last time at the desk then shut the door and went to make breakfast.