gift-a strange, clear knowing, n
t Vermont farmhouse, "Sarah Sees" quickly
ht comfort and clarity, mak
Jessica Evans, a childhood acquai
lar, sometimes almost verbatim, yet she
while Alex Peterson, Sarah's former spiritual scene friend,
swarmed with hateful accusatio
even her hardworking parents faced whispered ac
when online vigilantes, egged on by Jess
ing to protect us, suffered a heart atta
my family shattered, I fe
se, yet one question gnawed at me: How had Jessica known my
ost as if planned, while my own intuition co
cal weight, pressing in
for it all to end, and t
laptop before me, the calendar showing the
s already there, watching, waiting, a