Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 350

"What do you think about crystal healing?" Snow deflected from the topic of her child and questioned me.

I'd never tried crystal healing before, and to be honest, it gave me the creeps. Plus, there was something weird about her, so I decided to pass. "I need some time to mull it over. Could you drop me your contact information? If I decide to take up the therapy, I'll holler at you."

I thought Snow wouldn't cough up her number so easily, considering Stella had once told me that loads of people were after her healing touch and getting in touch was tricky.

But, lo and behold, Snow just up and handed me a business card with nothing but her name, Snow, and her cell number.

Stella was too stunned to say anything of me.

Still, I took the card. Maybe there was something special tying me to that, Dr. Snow.

After we left the hotel, Stella couldn't help but blurt out, "What gives? I thought Snow wasn't into women. Why's she so chummy with you?"

"Do you think this is a good thing?" I shot back.

"Absolutely, it's a big deal to become pals with such a top-notch healer." Stella replied with a grin.

I fell silent for a while, occasionally glancing at the card. For some reason, I felt edgy.

And a sudden thought struck me. If Snow was as good as they said, had she figured out from the check-up that I might not be able to conceive again?

My mood took a nosedive.

"Ms. Finch, you're back." Hannah Morse greeted me upon my return.

"Where's my mom?" I asked.

"Bailey took her to the hospital for a check-up this afternoon. She just rang to say that Dr. Russel was treating her to dinner, so she won't be back for supper." Hannah lowered her voice, knowing I had a bone to pick with Russel.

My already tense mood took a turn for the worse. My mom was dead set on making Russel her son-in-law, completely ignoring my feelings.

I tossed my bag on the couch and was about to grab a drink to douse my inner fury when my phone rang. It was my mom.

She said, "The car broke down. Bailey took it to the shop. Rena, could you come fetch me?"

"Why don't you ask Russel?" I snapped.

My mom paused before responding, "Dr. Russel has work. He can't. What's gotten into you? You can't even pick me up?"

It was not that I didn't want to, but I knew my mom's game. She wanted me to pick her up so I could bump into Russel.

She then huffed, "Fine, I'll take the bus. I haven't done it in years, but I suppose I can rough it."

"Can't you just hail a cab?" I asked, exasperated.

"You don't need to worry about that." My mom's tone turned icy. I could tell she was cheesed off.