ZURI

“Ow!”

I rubbed the spot on my arm my aunt slapped.

“I told you you needed to be careful, Zuzu,” Aunt Naima scolded, forcing a steaming cup of whatever bitter concoction she’d brewed into my hands. “I understand how enticing it is to look into the future, but you can easily lose yourself in them if you try too much. They’re not threads you can pull on forever. One day, they’ll pull back.”

“I know,” I sighed, forcing another sip. The pounding ...