Jennifer visited a psychic of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face, then, at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
How could she go, without knowing?
She simply had to know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face, then, at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
How could she go, without knowing?
She simply had to know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"
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