“Is that what this is?” My voice was rough and raw with emotion, something that was terribly rare for me. “You think she’s my…one? Without ever having met her. When I don’t even know what I feel for her?” “I know my psychic abilities are limited, son. I also know what I know.” She glanced at the urn again before taking a sip of her tea. “But there’s only one thing I really need you to hear.”
