There was absolutely no way those tarot cards were talking about her.
Verena refused to believe it.
Her? With more than one lover?
That sounded like a logistical nightmare. A full-time job with unpaid overtime. Just imagining juggling multiple relationships made her want to break out in hives.
It felt... wrong. Like cheating.
Did the system really get to me?
She shook her head, trying to shove the thought away.
No, it wasn't possible. She was not that kind of person.
And yet, the lingering weight of the tarot reading clung to her, like the feeling of waking up from a dream she couldn't quite remember. Just unsettling enough to make her uneasy.
Bonk!
A firm hand smacked the top of Verena's head.
"You're distracted!" Raphael scolded, arms crossed like an overbearing drill sergeant.
Ugh, this bitch.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry," Verena grumbled, rubbing the spot he hit. "I got caught up overthinking..."
