The document was a neat stack of papers, stapled at the top left corner. My sister, Emily, had dropped it on my dining room table before walking out without another word. The air felt heavy, charged with the weight of unsaid things. I scanned the first few lines, and my heart skipped a beat. It was a transcript of a Zoom call, dated March 15, 2020. On the call was Emily, our mother, and a voice identified only as ‘Cassandra.’ This Cassandra claimed she foresaw the pandemic, and now she had another vision—one that involved a political downfall and an illness in 2026.
The room seemed to shrink as I read. Emily’s cryptic behavior made sense, but I needed more information. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail. I stared at the transcript again, trying to make sense of the jumble of emotions and foreboding comments. Could this be real? I knew I had to find out more, but how? The questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers.
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