Because someone’s been threatening me even before we saw the fortune-teller. I found a piece of paper in my skirt pocket that read “I’ll put your bones in a box.” That threat gives me shivers when I think about it, but I have to keep it close in case there’s something I can learn from it. Some clue that might help me stop whatever ill fate is already in motion. And then there was my fortune—“Your future contains dry bones.” Two mentions of bones—it can’t be a coincidence. And then Emily, vanishing a few weeks ago, almost exactly a year after that fortune was told.
