You sit across from Prudence, a spiritual worker in New Orleans, as she works to tell you your future. You grow concerned as her brows furrow deeply.

“This can’t be right,” she mutters quietly, looking concerned, starting over. Your eyes widen, scared your passing is being placed before you.

“Is everything alright?” You check in. Her head snaps up and she blinks, remembering you’re there.

“Yes, yes. It’s just that your future seems to keep finding its way back to me,” she says hesitantly.