When he's gone Katniss wastes no time in setting what papers she has down and reaching out to take the fortune, scanning it. She can't help but let her brow furrow.

It sounds bad, but everything can sound bad. Maybe it means nothing. She wants it so badly to mean nothing.

That's part of what makes her all too certain it's not.

What happens to you?

Swallowing a sharp pain rooted in a swell of concern, she places the fortune back. The crumple there is a little hard to miss.