Paris-Amour

"Honey, do you really need him that badly?" A single tear streamed down her face, but she wiped it away with the back of her hand. "Yes, I do." "Then just close your eyes and open your mind. If he's looking for you too, he'll know where to find you." "You think so?" "Honey, I love you, but I swear, sometimes you just ask the stupidest questions. If I lived my life on 'I think,' would I really be a psychic?" She laughed; a choked, pained laugh. "I guess." "Now, I'm going to go find your brother. You'll know if he's coming for you." "But how will I know?" "Honey, you'll know. Just like I know that your brother is in the basement, stuffi