Sophia knew that Joel needed time, maybe so did she. That was not comfort at this point in the breakup, it was too soon to feel comfort. Different…that’s what she needs. “Calgon take me away!”

On the advice of her happily married, white picket fence, mother of 2 friend Melanie, Sophia decided to seek out a local fortune teller after finding the number mysteriously tucked away in what once was Joel’s bedside table.

After the reading, Sophia was terrified! She couldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep. But she would not tell anyone what was read to her. Sophia became a recluse. She died alone, scared, broken. To this day, no one knows what that free reading was about. The only thing that resembled a clue was the ominous note that Sophia had left scribbled on her arm with a filet knife that read “Next.”