“You will die tomorrow,” he said.
The millionaire laughed—but begged for help.
The next day, the sharp clack of Evelyn Harper’s heels echoed along the quiet street. Her emerald green blazer hugged her slender frame, blond hair swept neatly behind her ears. A self-made millionaire at 30, Evelyn was used to moving through the world with confidence untouchable.
It was early evening, the sun casting long blue shadows. The sidewalks gleamed from a recent rain, the city humming softly in the background. Evelyn glanced at her phone, scanning her packed schedule.
That’s when an unexpected voice pierced the air—sharp and urgent.
“You will die tomorrow.”
Startled, Evelyn looked up.
Standing before her was a small Black boy, no more than six or seven. His skin was darkened with grime, his brown shirt torn and filthy, sticking to his thin chest. His eyes burned with fierce determination as he pointed straight at her. Evelyn blinked, caught off guard. There was no one else nearby—just the boy and her, facing each other on the……Read Full Story Here…………………………
