She stares at the phone, trying to remember what the news is, exactly. It scratches at her brain like something she has forgotten instead of something she doesn’t know yet. What a strange sensation, but not an unfamiliar one. This is how she felt at the doctor’s office, too, the day they got the news about Marlen’s cancer, right before the doctor opened his mouth. It was like she already knew what he was going to say, even the words she’d never heard before. Is it a trauma thing, to become a bit psychic?
