“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, Hillary 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.  She simply had to know.  She met the fortuneteller’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question.

“Will I be acquitted?”