pen again. Jessica Hayes, my younger sister, glided in. She was dressed impeccably, a mask of co

gaze just like Michael had, and grasped my hand with a theatrical display of rel

naging the situation. Master manipulator. My premonitions

said, pulling my hand a

king about divorce, and that stressful grant. She needs to focus on her

d children, Sarah," Karen added, her voice dropping to a stage whisper loud enough

urrent. In my premonitions, after my death, Jessica had quickl

course, we all want her to be happy and healthy." She glanced at me, her eyes full of feigned sym

ld anger inside me. They were

s on my career for a few more years before starting a family. He' d been dismissive. "We'll have kids when the time is right, Sarah. Don't worry your pretty

g clarity of those visions, solidified. No

e always affected. "Actually, Michael," I began, my voice calm but carrying a new edge. "Speaking of family and priorities..." I

dened, a flicker of genuine shock replacing her pract

y. He took a step towards me, his hand reaching out as if to grab my

lways take her side, Michael. You always believe

t his voice was a lash. "You're upsetting everyone. You're tired. You need to re

f the lies." The premonitions had shown me the end result of those lies. My erasure. "T

ttribute to small-town gossip. But the premonitions painted those whispers in a

arried you, Sarah! Doesn't that count for anything?" He sounded indignant, but there was a defensive edg

tly shifting the fault

puttering, speechless for once. Jessica was watching me, her expression unreadable now, the mask firmly back in place. The comfortable family dynamic, the one where I was the proble