The runes tumbled from Susan’s nervous fingers, landing on the silky white cloth below. Her desperate eyes watched me read, impatient for answers. I kept her waiting, slowly studying the half-familiar story.
“You were right to let him go,” I said finally. “He’s never getting divorced.”
When Susan left, the runes remained, staring at me in judgement.
“What? I didn’t lie,” I reasoned. “Not entirely!”
They seemed to speak back: Nor did you tell the truth.
They were right, of course. The runes said Susan was the one destined to be with my husband. But I‘d never tell her that.