The Lamplight Shines on Me, Not on the Past

The day I went to the Stephens family to meet Samuel's parents, his childhood friend Candice set a cup of pale yellow liquid down in front of me. "Here, this is boy's urine. Drink it while it's still warm." Every relative at the table turned to look at me, and not one of them looked the least bit surprised. Before I could even process it, Candice pulled out a few tarot cards and explained, her face full of reluctance: