Clara BennettDoing the right thing means I have to die. My secret precognitive abilities warned me so. There is no changing my fate, no matter how hard I try. When I take a gunshot wound to the chest, my final resting place will be a shallow grave. If only I knew who will pull the trigger. My lifetime of running won't help me now. It's too late for that. There is no walking away from this moment or from the man I was destined to love for the...