Chapter 2

2

I didn't leave the hotel property immediately.

The guests from the failed party were starting to trickle out, their faces twisted with excitement over the drama they had just witnessed.

My mom gripped my hand, her eyes red. "Gwen, I'm so sorry… this is all so messy."

"It's not your fault, Mom," I said softly.

My dad followed us in silence, his face a mask of shame and anger.

As we reached the valet stand, I spotted a familiar face.

It was one of Caleb's mother's best friends, a woman in her fifties named Mrs. Harrison. She was draped in diamonds and expensive silk.

I didn't know her well, but as she walked past, I couldn't help but see the shadow over her face.

A dark shroud sat on her brow. Her pulse point was throbbing with a dull, blue light. In the world of energy, this was a clear sign of impending physical trauma.

Specifically, she was marked for a violent accident within the next seven days.

I knew I shouldn't care. I had just promised myself to stop helping people who didn't appreciate me.

But then I saw the little girl holding her hand―a granddaughter, maybe five years old, with blonde pigtails and a bright, innocent smile.

I couldn't let a child pay for the grandmother's arrogance.

I stepped forward. "Mrs. Harrison?"

The woman stopped and frowned. "Oh, it's you. The girl Caleb just dumped."

"Please, listen to me," I said, ignoring the insult. "You need to be extremely careful with travel this week. Don't drive if you can help it, and stay away from high ledges or steep stairs."

Mrs. Harrison scoffed, rolling her eyes at her friends. "And who are you supposed to be? The Long Island Medium?"

"I've said what I needed to say. Have a safe night," I replied, turning away.

A few nearby guests laughed. "There she goes again," one whispered. "No wonder Caleb couldn't stand her."

Mrs. Harrison just waved me off like I was a fly. "Get a life, honey."

I drove my parents home in total silence. I didn't look back once.

Five days later, the news broke.

My mom called me, her voice trembling. "Gwen… did you hear about Mrs. Harrison?"

"What happened?"

"She was driving her granddaughter to school two days ago. A truck ran a red light and smashed right into her side of the car. The vehicle was totaled."

"Mrs. Harrison is in the hospital with three broken ribs and a collapsed lung," Mom continued.

"And the girl?" I asked, my heart hammering.

"She's perfectly fine. She was in a high-tech car seat on the opposite side. Not a scratch on her."

There was a long pause on the line. I could tell my mom was struggling to process it.

"Gwen… you saw that coming, didn't you?"

"I did," I admitted.

"Why didn't you tell her more? Why didn't you insist?"

"I told her exactly what she needed to know," I said. "Whether she chose to listen was up to her. I'm not a bodyguard for people's egos."

My mom went quiet.

What I didn't tell her was that if Mrs. Harrison had actually listened, she wouldn't have been on that road at that time. Fate is a choice, and she chose to ignore the warning.

I wasn't going to beg anyone to believe me anymore. Either you trust the vision, or you deal with the consequences.

But after that accident, I noticed a few people from the party started following my private social media accounts.