The gift of second sight didn’t come to Faye Paterson until she was thirty-two, and gift wasn’t exactly the word that she would have used anyway. It was a curse really. A horrible, miserable, wretched curse, and she would give a heck of a whole lot to remove the curse and resume life the way that it had been before, only she couldn’t.

The first vision had come out of the blue while she had been getting ready to go to a movie with some friends. In her vision, the little girl that lived in the apartment across the hall from her, had wrenched free from her father’s grasp and darted into the street, only to be hit by a car.

Two weeks later, it came to pass, much to Faye’s horror.

And then, a few months later, she had another vision while she was out shopping with Cora, her best friend. She saw her friend in a boat. The boat was going fast. Too fast. Suddenly, it raised up out of the water and flipped over. After the vision, Faye had felt disoriented and had had to find a seat in the shop to sit down. Cora had been concerned, of course, but Faye had lied and said that she just needed to eat something. Later that night, alone in her apartment, Faye convinced herself that nothing like that could ever happen to Cora. Cora didn’t have a boat. Cora didn’t know anyone who had a boat. And, besides, it was the middle of winter.

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