I’m broken up because I lost my wife Elizabeth in a car crash. When I was 35, I lost my wife all of a sudden and had to raise our two young girls, Emma and Sophie, by myself. Elizabeth’s departure was like a weight that was too heavy to bear.
The funeral was a blur of tears and chaos, but I will always remember the sweet faces of our children. How could I explain to them what I can’t explain?
As I left the service, someone looked at me with a sharp eye. An old woman stood near the graveyard gates. There was a deep understanding in her eyes.
She walked up to me with a sad, low voice. “I know your destiny.” I laughed and thought she was a fortune teller, but what she said next stopped me in my tracks: “Elizabeth will not stop until justice is done.”
Those words kept going over and over in my head. Giving her $20 was hard for me, and she grabbed my hand tightly.
“The death of your wife was not an accident,” she said, which made me feel cold.
I couldn’t get her words out of my head that night. I looked for solutions by going through Elizabeth’s things. I saw a stack of rental car papers and looked at them.
She didn’t need to rent a car since we already had two. Sarah, her best friend, told me that Elizabeth had rented a car for a special trip to the beach with the girls.
But why didn’t Elizabeth tell me she knew? And why did Karen, her sister, return the rental car?
As my worries grew, I called the rental company and learned that Karen had returned the car with almost no mileage on it.
The police reopened the case after I told them about my concerns. The truth started to come out: someone had messed with the brakes, and Karen had faked Elizabeth’s signature on a life insurance policy so that she would be the winner.
Karen’s arrest and admissions made my worst fears come true. In order to make money, she planned Elizabeth’s death.
The fortune-teller said, “Elizabeth won’t stop until justice is done.” This kept going through my thoughts. Her spirit could finally rest.
As Karen was given a life sentence, I felt both numb and relieved in court.
A few weeks later, I whispered to Elizabeth’s grave, “You can now rest.” When a butterfly landed on Elizabeth’s grave, I knew she was finally at peace.
I had to go through a lot of pain to find the truth because of what the fortune-teller said. That $20 was well spent.
