Julie Adamson knew that her uncle was going to die. She saw the car hit the tree before it happened. Only, at age five, she didn't understand what the premonition meant. Not until it was too late, at least. Since that day, Julie has never been the same. The only constants that she had growing up were the never ending line of therapists, and her drunk mother. Julie knows how her mother will die too. She has seen it. Only, there is no preventing the deaths, as death will always find a way to claim it's victims. Up until age seventeen, Julie had thought that she was the only one in possession of her horrifying ability. But that all changes when she sees a boy staring blankly at a hit-and-run victim, almost as if he knew that it was going to happen...

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