Suddenly, Cassandra's body stiffened. Her fists clenched. Her eyes were opened wide, unblinking. After about ten seconds, her body relaxed and her fists unclenched.
“Daddy!” she screamed, panic in her voice. Running out of the den, she headed for the back door, out into the yard, and over to where Nikos was standing.
“Daddy!” she said, breathless.
“What's the matter?”
“Don't go!”
“What are you talking about?”
“The train!”
“What about the train?” Nikos asked, staring at Cassandra.
“It's going to crash.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw it.”
From the time that she was a young girl, Cassandra knew that she was different. It wasn't until she became a teenager that she found out just how different…
…a tale of precognition, destiny, and young love.
