“I mean,” he says. “That psychic said something bad would happen if we got married, but I honestly can’t imagine anything worse than not being with you.” I feel the same way. “I know.” “So…” One side of his lips quirks up. “You won’t break up with me because of what that psychic said?” I allow myself a teeny tiny smile. “I guess not.” He kisses me, squishing the stuffed panda between us. I try to enjoy it, but I can’t quite push away what that psychic told me. I don’t believe in this stuff—I know it’s fake. But I can’t stop seeing the frightened look in her eyes.
