Fortune teller

A wife went to visit a fortune teller. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered some 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 wife stared at the woman's face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She then met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her a question.

Spoiler:

"Will I be acquitted?"