Page 6 of The Soul Never Forgets

The first time or the millionth? I’m not sure which. But beyond the eyes, something deep within me recognizes something deep within him. And it feels like… destiny.

This feeling. I recognize it. I experienced it when I was reliving Augustina’s life and I met Frank for the first time at the betting house.

It’s finally him.

Him.

My Frank.

This man is my soul mate. If I know nothing else, I’m certain of this.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dr. Wescott.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Most of my patients call me Dr. Wes. You’re welcome to as well.”

“All right.”

“May I call you Caroline, or do you prefer something else?”

Wife, or Mrs. Wescott, or my love, or sweetheart will do just fine. “Caroline works.” For now.

He gestures to the seating areas. “I allow my patients to choose how we are seated during their sessions: face-to-face, side by side on the sofa, or lying on the chaise. There is no right or wrong choice, and you’re welcome to change it up from one session to the next. Whatever you like is fine by me.”

I would never pass up the opportunity to look at this beautiful man or his amazing amber eyes. “I choose face-to-face.”

He seats himself on one of the loveseats, and I sit on the one opposite him. “Caroline Beaumont,” he murmurs as he writes at the top of his legal pad. He looks up, our eyes connecting, and the sensation feels like walking through the door of your home after being away on a long trip.

He studies my face. “You seem familiar to me.Veryfamiliar.”

I should seem familiar to him. We’ve loved each other in extraordinary ways over and over throughout the ages. But that isn’t a conversation that he and I are ready to have yet. I may feel familiar to him but he doesn’t know me from Adam.

Take it one step at a time, Caroline. The first thing on the agenda is convincing him that you’re not certifiable.

“I understand what you mean. You’re familiar to me as well.”

His pen moves across the page, and I’m dying to know what he’s writing about me. “I’ve never treated you?”

“No. I’m a new patient.”

“And we’ve never met?”

We’ve met, just not in this lifetime. “If we’ve been acquainted, it’ll come to us.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” He jots something down, and again, I want to know what it is. “Tell me how you came to be here today, Caroline.”

I love the way my name sounds when it rolls off his tongue.

“You were highly recommended to me by one of your patients. His name is Landon Jacobson.”

More jotting. “Ah yes. How do you and Mr. Jacobson know each other?”

“He’s a friend of mine.”

His head jolts upward. “A romantic friend?”

What is it, Dr. Wes? Would it be a problem if two of your patients were romantically involved? Or does the thought of me being romantically involved with someone make you have feelings that you don’t understand?

“Landon and I went out on one date about a year ago, but things didn’t work out. We discovered that we were better off as friends. He dates one of my best friends now. He probably vents to you about her in his sessions. Riley can be a real piece of work sometimes.”

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