The next day, the seventy-year-old woman told her new friends on the jury that she had received a proposal, to her surprise, the night before and she had said yes. The jury clapped for her. Love comes to all ages!

The juror with the dreadlocks was thrilled! The fishing trip was canceled, but that’s because his brother and his wife were four months pregnant. They had not announced it until now because they had already had three miscarriages. Every time, the family grieved. This time his brother and his wife didn’t say anything until they were past the danger point. His brother was going to name their child after him. The man with the dreadlocks cried, he was so happy.

The young juror with the brother in the car accident hadn’t slept. She’d been up all night with her brother at the hospital. They had made up. They had talked and laughed and cried. “I can’t believe it. My brother and I haven’t talked for a year, and now we’re best friends again.” She cried, too.

The prosecutor, Zoe, looked ill. Yes, her teenage daughter, her sweetheart, her baby, had been having sex for at least six months with her boyfriend. They were going to make her take a pregnancy test tonight.

And the judge. Well, the party had been a ton of fun. Even his law school buddies had flown in for it. That Margie! What a wife! She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Best decision he ever made was to propose to her. She knew how to keep a secret. His brother was staying for a week! He would call in sick as soon as this stupid trial was over.

The jury, stunned about the premonitions, had listened to Tilly tell her story about how her father had turned toward the gun cabinet to get the gun to kill Johnny and probably Betsy, other witnesses, blah blah blah, then closing arguments.

They went into deliberations.

Their thoughts? It was clearly self-defense. Peter was going for the gun. Tilly had said so. That Betsy hadn’t actually seen Peter going for the gun cabinet was a nagging, irritating detail, but eh. Johnny hadn’t seen it because he’d been punched in the face twice and was too dizzy to see it. Probably. Yes, that was it. They were mostly sure of it.

They decided to, legally speaking, disregard that teeny tiny detail. They couldn’t quite find Betsy innocent because of the premonitions—that wasn’t scientific enough, it wasn’t credible evidence, it wasn’t, well, admissible, so to speak. Can’t use that as a reason to let her out of prison, could they?