Clairvoyance by L.T. Ward

The candlelight refracted within the glass of Antonia’s crystal ball—all a part of her clairvoyant’s show. “Does he forgive me?” the man across from her asked. She stared into the sepia light, her hands waving a practiced dance above. With her bare feet beneath her long skirt, Antonia tugged the hem. The metal balls sewn within clacked twice. “He forgives you.” The man sank back into his seat, sighing. As he pulled the money owed from his wallet, she asked, “Why would a good man like you need forgiveness?” An icy chill whispered into her ear, “For my murder.”