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‘There’s a man in the room. He looks exactly like you … he’s short, with the same complexion. He’s with an older woman; he’s telling me it’s his mother-in-law – your grandmother.’

Elisabetta nodded, blinking back tears.

‘I know, he’s –’

‘Don’t tell me anything,’ I interrupted. ‘I’ll talk for now, and you can say yes or no.’ I held Elisabetta’s wedding and engagement rings as I connected with her father in spirit, and the presence of this warm, protective man filled the room so palpably I could almost touch him.

‘He’s your dad, and he’s showing me the room in hospital where he passed away after a heart attack. No one else was there, just the two of you.’

‘But how do you know this?’ Elisabetta stuttered.

I kept on relaying the images, the movie playing fast.

‘Your dad’s saying he wanted it that way, that you’d be the one with him when he passed. You’re closest to him. He knew he’d have another heart attack that night, but this time he wouldn’t survive. He wanted you to be the last person he saw in this life.’

Shaking, Elisabetta looked right at me, as if to say, I believe you.

‘He’s telling me what you whispered to him just before he passed [this message was highly personal, so I can’t repeat it here]. You told him “x” and “x”. And he read the note you left for him at his grave after the funeral. The note that says how much you missed him.’

Elisabetta inhaled sharply. ‘Yes, yes.’

‘Don’t tell your mum you’ve been to see me, by the way. Your dad’s saying she has never believed in psychics, and she won’t become a believer. But you’re to give her a kiss, without saying it’s from him. And to kiss your son for him, too.’

Elisabetta smiled sadly through her tears.