After escaping from her overly controlling husband for the evening, Jennifer sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.
"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." Then the soothsayer looked up and locked eyes with Jennifer, who was visibly shaken at the news.
Jennifer stared back 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 looked back, deep into the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question: "Will I be acquitted?"