They said goodbye and left. “f**k! I’ve stepped in it with Christy. Now I have to deal with her and figure out what this voice thing is all about,” Trent said aloud as he approached an intersection. He turned on his left blinker. As he did he had a strong urge to go right instead. He resisted the urge and turned left.
Immediately the voice said, Go to him. He’s waiting for you.
Trent pulled over to the curb. He sat, hands on the steering wheel, trying to decide what he should do. He made up his mind.
This isn’t going to stop until I find out what this is all about, he thought. He took out his phone and called the law office where he worked as a paralegal. He made up the excuse that there was an emergency he needed to take care of, rationalizing it might very well be true. Once done, he
