Sometimes, they did. Sometimes, they listened... a few of them at least like Isis, Cleo and now her brother and Ma'at (Evelyn). But sometimes, they doubted her, even when she was screaming at them to listen. Because that's what happened when you knew the future—people either thought you were full of shit or they hated you for it.
"What happens when you see a vision where one of them has to die when they come for trouble?" Parker pressed. "What do you see yourself doing? Do you tell them? Do you try to change it? Or do you just… let it happen?"
She swallowed hard.
It had already happened before.
She had already lost people.
And she had already lied about things she saw.
Just once.
Just to see if things could be different.
And it hadn't worked.
Her hands curled into fists on her lap. "They need me. Sometimes..."
"Do they?" Parker's voice was calm, but his words were cutting. "Or do they just need someone to blame when things go wrong?"
Her breath hitched.
