“For years, if I touched something, I could see things connected to it, a person or a place. I learned to control it so that it did not happen all of the time, but either people wanted me to do something with my so called gift or they thought I was some sort of a freak I guess you could say. In addition, when I was involved in a case, I used to have nightmares about them, ones that would not always go away.”
Dean Jacobs touched her hand but then quickly pulled it back.
She smiled at him. “I can control it, I do not do that now and I never will again. I refuse to let it lead me or ruin my life any longer.”
“There now, Dr. Cole. You are a wonderful asset to this school. You are good at what you do, the students like you and the classes are always full. You have never done anything inappropriate and I for one will not discuss this matter with anyone else unless you would like for it to happen. There is nothing that will change here and I do believe that you are working on a new life here with us.”