The Parallel Lines.

"Has she already fallen asleep? God, Marcus, did you use any of your powers on her? I usually rock her for two hours before she falls asleep," Lucia looked in surprise at her daughter, who was sleeping soundly as never before.

"Two hours? No, she fell asleep as soon as I picked her up. Why so long?"

"I don't know, doctors say that this is individual. Although sometimes it seems to me that she is afraid to sleep, constantly shudders, and when she wakes up she cries for a long time and cannot calm down," the woman gently took the baby from Marcus's hands and put her in a crib.

Marcus put on a new shirt that Lucia had brought, fastened it, and sat in one of the armchairs opposite. "If you want, I can find the best pediatrician in the country to see her."

"No, everything is all right, a good doctor works in our clinic, he studied with us in the same batch at the university," Lucia covered her daughter with a light blanket and sat on another chair next to Marcus,

"Maybe I'm winding myself up. You know how long Martin and I tried to have a baby. I was already desperate to get pregnant, but God heard my prayers and gave us Amelia."

Lucia and her husband, Martin, met at the medical university in the first year and immediately fell in love with each other. Martin was an outstanding surgeon who saved more than one life, Lucia worked as a psychotherapist in the same clinic as her husband, and among colleagues and patients they were known as a very kind and loving couple, respected by all their friends.

They had everything that an ordinary person wanted for happiness, except for children. It took them more than ten years to bring Amelia into the world. It was a long-awaited and adored child.

"God has nothing to do with it. I generally doubt that he even exists. Moreover, even I told you that you will have a child," Marcus winked at the woman, to which she shyly smiled.

"So what about you? Are you sure you don't want to start a family?"

"Is your husband at work today?"

"Yes, Martin has night duty shift today, but don't change the subject, my friend. How much can you roam the earth alone?" Lucia did not have the special skills of clairvoyance or anything else, but she felt well and read the souls of people, and she knew the soul of this man, perhaps even better than he did.

"Who? Me? Lu, are you serious? Where is me and where is a "family"? It's like parallel lines, we are not destined to cross. Moreover, I doubt that someone will need a monster like me," Marcus said.

Lucia knew a lot about him and saw through his emotions, but no matter how close they were, he could not tell her some things. Especially those that have not yet occurred, and he hoped that they would never happen.

He had a chance to radically change his future if he killed this girl when she was still small, but he could not do it. The child should not have been responsible for the sins of her father.

Lucia was as much a victim of these circumstances as he was. Left completely orphaned, in the upbringing of one of the faithful servants of her mother, whom Mark Teser did not manage to get rid of, the girl lived in ignorance of her unusual ancestry.

Only many years later, she learned about the origins of her family from that woman, but Lucia did not possess any abilities that should have been transmitted to her from her mother. She felt like an ordinary person, except that she understood others better than themselves, therefore, she chose the profession of a psychotherapist to treat the souls of people who went astray.

She was a sincere and selfless person. The name that her mother chose at birth, fit the woman perfectly. She was like glowing light warming on a cold night.

"If you are about that curse that those who are with you are destined to die, then this is complete nonsense. You see, everything is all right with us! I have known you since I was ten, Marcus, and during all this time in my life there has not been a single accident. I didn't even fall off a bicycle once, by the way!" Lucia said with an important expression on her face, which made Marcus smile.

"Okay, I got you. I promise to think about what you said," the man brought up a salute as if he had been in front of the general, but deep down he knew that this was impossible for him.