Saving what's meant to die.
At the cafe, Phoebe was facing another client, a weird one too according to Connie. This was because she had paid the other few human clients in the cafe to leave.
Then, she had bodyguards stand outside and inside, before asking for the doors to be locked. From her actions, Phoebe could immediately see that she was wealthy.
She was also the type to use money to get her way. The minute she sat down before Phoebe one of her bodyguards opened a briefcase full of cash, brand new notes straight from the bank which had that new smell money.
This was the kind of woman that would not be taking no for an answer.
Phoebe liked money, the more, the better. Each little note in the briefcase was a note that would bring her closer to her goal, buying land from the Saxons. Still, before the woman explained why she was there, Phoebe did not intend to touch the money.
"How can i help you?" she asked the woman.
The woman was wearing sunglasses and she took them off. Her face became much more clearer and familiar to Phoebe. She recognized her from her past life. Her name was Lizzie Guzman, wife of Jack Guzman, the president of Guzman oil and petrol.
The Guzman family was one of the first families of Citrus city, elite like the Saxons. Phoebe was familiar with Lizzie's face but not her personal business.
She didn't know why the woman was there.
Lizzie Guzman looked around the cafe. She had refused to sit inside Phoebe's office, preferring to talk out in the open. Her eyes held more curiosity than disdain as she observed the now empty cafe.
Despite it's emptiness, Rosette was putting down cups of coffee, tea, juice and other edibles on tables as if they were occupied. Lizzie had heard about the owner of the cafe seeing ghosts and having ghost clients. She just didn't think that the so called ghosts were also fed and treated as if they were still alive.
She turned to Phoebe and moved her eyes over her face before sighing and stating why she was there.
"I have heard that you solved a problem for Georgina Elroy."
Phoebe's eyebrows moved upwards and she frowned. News apparently travelled so fast in this city. She had only helped the Elroy's the previous evening but word was already out. In that case, she had no reason for deny it.
"I did."
The Saxon spirit hovered over Phoebe worriedly. "Not another human case, Phoebe dear this is not good for you. Turn her away."
Phoebe looked up and put a finger over her mouth.
"Shhh!"
She turned back to her client and nodded.
"Go on." she gestured.
Ignoring the fact that Phoebe had shushed the air or a ghost which she couldn't see, Lizzie gulped and took a deep breath.
"I need you to save my child."
Phoebe's eyes trailed to the woman's obviously heavy stomach. Lizzie Guzman was obviously pregnant and about to give birth. Dredging up the memories of her last life, Phoebe realized that she couldn't remember hearing anything about Lizzie Guzman having a child.
Of course, the Guzman's had not been her concern so she didn't keep up with their lives. What she remembered was that there was a rumor about Jack Guzman having a mistress who had two sons for him. Back then, Phoebe practically lived in the lab working on experiments to further David's career so she didn't pay much attention to useless gossip.
Phoebe stood up and walked towards Lizzie.
"May i?" she asked.
She was holding her hand over the woman's stomach but she had not touched it because some woman didn't want strangers touching their pregnant bellies. It was even more so when it was someone like Phoebe who associated with ghosts often.
Some people saw bad luck when they met her and others didn't want her so called dark energy around them.
The woman nodded and Phoebe placed her hand on the pregnant belly gently. She injected some energy into her hand and searched for traces of life or abnormalities in the child.
"It's a boy." she said.
Lizzie's eyes widened a little as she was surprised, pleasantly so. The woman felt like she had made the right choice in coming to see the little shaman. Nobody but her and her doctor knew that she was having a baby boy. Even her husband was not aware.
Phoebe frowned and took her hand away from Lizzie's belly.
She looked at the woman and said directly, "It's not meant to live. I can see a date of birth for him but it's also the date of death."
"There, see, you cannot save what's meant to die." The Saxon spirit said righteously.
Lizzie Guzman didn't react when Phoebe told her that her child was not meant to live. For a woman that had just received bad news, she was amazingly calm which told Phoebe that she was expecting this news.
Either she had been to another shaman that told her this same news or the child in her womb was somehow sick which was impossible. The baby was healthy right now, very healthy and fully formed.
Phoebe couldn't predict the future accurately so she didn't know why the baby would die.
"Do you know this already?" she asked the woman.
Lizzie nodded. "What you just said doesn't surprise me because in the last five years, i have lost three babies, all on the day of birth. They are healthy during the pregnancy and i carry them to term successfully but they only live for an hour at most and then they die with out a cause or an explanation.
You told the Elroy's that someone was stealing luck from their son which was killing him. Is it the same as my situation?"
She out her hands on the table and desperately sought for an answer from Phoebe.
"Is someone stealing luck from my children? They were born into a wealthy family and they would be meant for greatness if they lived. Or maybe it's me whose luck is being stolen. Please, you have to help me."
Her voice turned a little hysterical the more that she talked. However, it was firm and she believed strongly that this was the problem which was plaguing her.
"Calm down." Phoebe told her.
She gestured to Rosette to bring over a calming tonic which was handed over to the woman.
"Drink this first and then i can calculate your fate and see if you are truly meant to have children or not. As for borrowing luck, it is not the case, not with you anyway."