So it pained me to tell the mother of a missing child that her daughter was in several different places. I had the unique ability to sense the whereabouts of a person simply by looking at a picture of them, and this was no exception. I could feel the girl’s presence in multiple locations, but I couldn’t tell the mother where exactly she was.
The mother’s face fell as I told her the news. She had been clinging to the hope that her daughter was still alive, and this news was crushing. I could see the despair in her eyes, and it felt like a weight on my own heart. I wanted to give her some kind of comfort, but I knew there was nothing I could do.
The mother thanked me for my help and left, but I could tell she was broken. I had been able to help her in some small way, but it wasn’t enough. I wished there was more I could do, but all I had was this supernatural power and it wasn’t enough.
The mother’s story stayed with me for a long time, and I often thought about her and her missing daughter. I hoped that one day I would be able to find the girl and bring her home, but I never did. I was haunted by the thought of the mother’s despair, and it was a reminder of how powerless I was.