Visit to the pyschic

Jennifer visited a psychic of some local repute.

In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered 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, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face then at the single flickering candle then down at her hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know.

She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked "Will I be acquitted?"