I am missing a few things that are precious to me—my gold-rim Ray-Bans with their soft-shell case, and a delicate bracelet with stony beads in the colors of my paintings, blue and turquoise, that I received for my birthday.

For a long time, I didn’t want to believe it, but now I know. Diabel took them. He made up a clever story about a pimp and his friend entering our hotel room, which had been left unlocked, and stealing them. Silly me—I believed him.

But through synchronicity, the vision returned: he stole it from me and gave them to another girl as a gift.

There is more to this story… check back later for the details.