HAZEL’S POV
“How do you know me?” I asked her as my body tensed.
“You might not remember, but we’ve met before” with her lips curved, she continued playing with the card “Your father was a regular and he brought you to me once.”
“For what?” I frowned. She even knows Dad? It was hard to believe.
“You’ll know why, soon enough” she gave me this smile that, once again, kept me uneasy.
“There is more you’re not telling me. My father is not the type to visit a fortune teller and I don’t remember ever meeting you”. I said “How do you know me?”
“It’s up to you to believe me and, like I said, you’ll find out why, soon.”
I scoffed and stood up, annoyed as I tried to remember if I had really met her at one point in life, but nothing came to my mind. There was no familiarity or anything.
“Don’
