Epilogue Part Two
MADAME SALEM
FIVE MONTHS LATER
M eeting new people is part of my job. Some faces stick with me and some pass as a distant memory.
The sweet girl I met months ago has stuck with me.
In all my years practicing my craft, I’ve never come across a soul as sad and broken as hers.
Sometimes, it’s hard to maintain boundaries when I can see what’s coming.
I couldn’t help but cry each night I saw her because I knew her future was going to turn around and the universe was going to give her everything she’s ever hoped and dreamed of.
It just had to.
The cards have never let me down before and I refuse to believe they will now.
It’s been months since I’ve seen her.
Each night I set up my booth, a small part of me hopes she will walk by, but another night passes with no sight of the sweet girl.
I assume tonight will be no different, as I’m about to pack up and there’s still no sight of her.
On my walk home, a tingling sensation starts at the base of my neck, telling me to look up.
Across the street, standing in front of the beauty supply store, I see my sweet girl walking hand in hand with a man that looks like a spitting image of the one I saw in my vision the night I read her cards. I chose not to share this with her because she was already on her own path.
I stop walking and stare at them as a tear slips out of the corner of my eye.
My sweet girl found her soulmate.
Just as I’m about to continue my trek home, my sweet girl looks right at me. Her smile is almost blinding as she waves.
My hand covers my heart as I watch her turn to the man and kiss him on the cheek just before a car passes, shielding my view of them. By the time the car passes, my sweet girl is gone.
I smile softly to myself as tears stream down my face. The universe never lies and always has a way of working itself out.