In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news:
“There’s no easy way to tell you 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, Laura 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 and to stop her racing mind. She simply had to know.
She met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked,
“Will I be acquitted?”