“Maybe you should,” Gus said. “Like now.”

Shawn put his fingertips to his forehead and sniffed the air.

“I was wrong,” Shawn said. “You were the victim of this crime. Not only has someone you loved deeply been taken away-you have been blamed for it. Unfairly, cruelly blamed by a world jealous of your talent, your beauty, your capacity for love.”

The woman froze, then turned to Shawn. She started to tremble, then fell back in a swoon. Gus leapt forward to grab her before she could hit the floor, and guided her to the couch, where he laid her down gently. Shawn nudged him out of the way as he kneeled by the couch, taking her hand. She opened her eyes, then sat up quickly as she remembered where she was.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s been so long since…”

“Since anyone understood you?” Shawn said.

She nodded, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“I see a wedding,” Shawn said. “A man who is much older-”

“Not so much,” she murmured. “Only forty-three years between us.”

Shawn turned to Gus, disgust on his face. Forty-three years- yuck . Then turned back to the woman on the couch.

“To the outside world, it seemed like a lot,” Shawn said. “But to two souls who’d been destined to be together, a matter of days.”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes, reliving her happier times.

“I see months of happiness. I see you honeymooning on his private jet.”

“Yes.”

“And on his private island.”

“Yes.”

“Off the coast of his private country.”

Her eyes opened. “What?”

“I see your wedding bed, spread with rose petals, the eager bride emerging into the chamber and lifting her-”

Gus felt his face getting hot. “Maybe you should see something else,” he said.

Shawn shot him a look. “I’ll just hold on to that part of the vision for now. Then I see darkness. A return to his mansion on the cliffs overlooking the crashing seas. And in the window, this strange, evil woman, laughing maniacally as the flames rise around her and-”