For so many years, she's kept this to herself. People would think she was insane, of course, and she had no proof. Whatever holiness (or unholiness?) she'd experienced was private. Confessional is in a booth not just to keep the voice from carrying. What you experience with the beyond is private.

And what had that gotten her?

"I might have," she says, refusing to look away. Her gaze hardens. "Doesn't everybody see shit they can't explain eventually?"