How had she been so wrong?

All her instincts and intuition completely failed her

for the first time in her life. She had so heavily relied on both when making
decisions up until this moment and she felt a seismic shift take place in her self-
confidence. If she could be so completely wrong about something so simple as this,
how could she make decisions about really important things taking place in her
life? She wasn't sure what she should do next.
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky
move. Yes, the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same
page, but the truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a
mess than it was not telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but
Rachael could see movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of
the movement, trying to decipher exactly what she had spied. The more she peered,
however, the more she thought it might be a figment of her imagination. Nothing
seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree. Then in
the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of
staring again.The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts
this was the case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching
and waiting for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a
step or two behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were
followers.
What were the chances? It would have to be a lot more than 100 to 1. It was likely
even more than 1,000 to 1. The more he thought about it, the odds of it happening
had to be more than 10,000 to 1 and even 100,000 to 1. People often threw around
the chances of something happening as being 1,000,000 to 1 as an exaggeration of an
unlikely event, but he could see that they may actually be accurate in this
situation. Whatever the odds of it happening, he knew they were big. What he didn't
know was whether this happening was lucky or unlucky.
He took a sip of the drink. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, but at this
moment it didn't matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced
it down even if he had absolutely hated it. That's simply the way things worked.
She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it and smiled,
saying it was excellent.