"Oh my God," she murmurs, looking back between the cards and him. At least that provides some context for the rest of it. "Not one of his private classes? Just--" She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. It explains the sun, but the spread isn't really about him, I don't think."

She can't entirely ignore the question of why, though. Melissa would say she should tell him about it-- about all of it-- that maybe this whole idea of reading his cards was an excuse to open up about it. After what happened with Daniel, it's harder to dismiss than it ought to be.

"Wherever you went from there, you ended up in trouble." She bites her lip. "Should I keep going?"

The last row should be easier; he clearly made it through his misadventure.