The Psychic

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" Who are you?" Jake finally asked to make her lift her head and he recognized her just by one glance.

" Miss…Miss Gill?!" he muttered.

"Help me." She said in faint voice. Her clothes were not her usual glamorous ones anymore. She was wearing a white cotton gown that covered her till her knees. Her hair was messy and her eyes were filled with terror. She seemed to have walked for a long time as she was panting heavily. Disha Gill was no more the pampered daughter of her well known family.

" Come in first." Jake lets go of the door handle to let her in. He puts the glass vase on the side table before closing the door again. "Please sit here; I will bring you some water."