Warren had just gone to pickup our lunch when I heard the front door open and someone walk in.

I called out, “I’ll be right with you.”

I got up from my desk and went over to the reception area.  No one was there.   The front door to our building was still open.  I looked outside to street traffic and the brick apartment building across the street.  As I started to go back inside I got a glimpse of someone going around the building heading to the reserved parking area.  Curiosity got the best of me; I jogged over to see who it was.

A teenager sat inside an old gray Honda Civic.

I walked over, waved, and said,” I’m Jackie Vaughn.  Did you come to see me?”

“You’re the detective?”

“What can I do for you Miss?”

“Well, I, um.”

“Do you want to come inside?”

“I don’t know if you can help me.”

“Let’s go to my office so we can talk about it.”

She started crying taking me totally off-guard.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I blurted.

She wiped away tears and stared out of the driver’s window.

“I’ll help you if I can,” I said, wishing Warren would hurry back.  He’s much better dealing with young people and folks in distress.

“I had a story all worked out,” she said. “I was going to tell you I lost my grandma’s necklace and needed you to find it for me.”

“Okay,” I said.

She unlocked the passenger door and I got in.

“There isn’t a missing necklace.  I did some research and read online that you use psychic abilities to help solve cases.”

“You’ve got abilities too.  Am I right?”

“I don’t know what I have but it scares the hell out of me.”

“What’s your name hon?”


“You’ve been dealing with this quite a while haven’t you Abby.”

“I can’t tell anyone.  My parents are deeply religious and will have a fit,” she said.

“Are you seeing things, feeling things?”

“Yes , and I don’t know what to make of it most of the time.  It’s hard to sleep and I’m tired of keeping all of this inside.”

“My parents never really understood but they were supportive.  My aunt Tess was everything to me.  She let me know it was all okay and that I needed to embrace that part of myself.”

“How did you do that?” Abby asked.  Her big blue eyes grew wide as her expression softened.

“You’ve got to set up boundaries.  When you want to be left alone say, this is my space.  No one is welcome.  Visualize yourself surrounded in white light.”

“That’s all?”

“You’ve got to be firm and confident.  Being fearful and upset doesn’t help, in fact it will make things worse.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You can do it.  You must do it.  I wouldn’t totally count out your parents either.  I get a sense that they love you very much and are good people.  It will take them time to understand and adjust but I think they’ll come around.”

“What if they don’t come around?”

“You can’t go on like this.  Give them a chance.  They know something is wrong.  I wouldn’t be surprised if they know you have abilities.  This didn’t just come about.”

“It’s gotten worse lately,” Abby said, pushing away blonde bangs from her face.

“There’s a place called Camp Chesterfield.  It’s north of Indianapolis, you can drive there in an about an hour.  They have psychics, spiritual development, and healing.”

“Will you go with me?”

“Let’s see what your parents say and go from there.  Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.  Can I call you Jackie?”

“Please do.  It’s going to take some work on your part but you’re going to be fine.”

As Abby drove away I was sad, nervous and excited for her.  I hoped I said the right things to ease her burden a little.  She called me a few days later to let me know that her parents were supporting her.  At first they weren’t completely on board with going to Camp Chesterfield but a trip was planned.  I was happy for her but couldn’t help thinking about how many kids were struggling without the support they needed to cope with their own psychic gifts.

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