"Do you want to know the truth? Do you think you can handle it?"
Julian looked at her in the eyes for a while and nodded. "Yes Liv. I really want to know."
"This is going to sound absolutely crazy," Lyvana said, her voice trembling. "But I swear, it is the truth."
Julian nodded, watching her closely.
"On this exact date, a year from now, I married Mark," Lyvana said.
Julian frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't understand. What do you mean by, a year from now?"
Lyvana turned in her seat to face him. Her eyes were filled with a fear that looked very real.
"On this exact date, one year in the future, I got married to Mark. And then, someone shot me. I died, Julian."
Julian went completely still.
The silence in the car became deafening. He didn't say anything because he couldn't make sense of her words. He didn't know if she was talking about a dream, a premonition, or something else entirely.
So, he stayed quiet and waited for her to continue.
