A woman goes to visit a fortune teller.  In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt - Prepare yourself to be a widow.  Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, the woman stares at the fortune teller's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.  She simply had to know.  She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question: "Will I be found guilty?"