You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

“You’ve been in pain, dear, for so long,” the old lady hoarsely whispered in a voice just above whisper as she read the fate written just across the girl’s pale palm. The old lady’s touch was rough, and there was an uncomfortable tingling feeling in her stomach. She suddenly felt so naked in front of her.

She nodded curtly, she already knew, and she was ready to pull her hand away. She never believed in superstition. Never have, never will.

However, the old lady wasn’t finished. Her hold became tighter, and the girl sucked in a sharp breath. The old lady’s misty far away look pierced right into her eyes and she added, “It gets better, dear.”

The girl tried to laugh, and she pulled her hand away completely. She shifted in her seat. “Tell me something I don’t know, Madam,” she softly murmured.

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