In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave new:
“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, the wife 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 mind racing. She simply had to know.
She met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied her voice and asked:
“Will I be acquitted?”