Jeremy opened up Daniel’s can and started reading his prediction. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but my curiosity grew when Jeremy didn’t say anything, just read for a handful of minutes. I crept up behind him and started reading Daniel’s faded etchings myself.
I quickly discovered why a hush had washed over Jeremy’s drunken mind.
A stiff cold shot into me like an inoculation. My hands started to shake. Daniel’s prediction told the exact story of his life past age 12. It wasn’t a good one.