“Lassiter said you had a vision of Herb with Michael Damian, but you had this receipt, so you knew Herb would be there, right?”

She held up the ticket, her hand trembling slightly. Convenient hunches, the way they always seemed one step ahead. Her mind began to make sense of it all. It appeared to be a lie.

Her throat tightened as she took a step closer, her eyes never leaving the others.

“I need you to tell me the truth.” Her voice cracked.

“You didn’t see anything, did you? You never have.”

The signs had always been there, and she’d ignored them because she loved them. Because she wanted to believe in them.

“Are you telling me this was all a lie?”