guessing

I had no difficulty in guessing that it was the Cecil Barker of whom I had heard.

You don’t know much about her or her real disposition, I suppose, and there’s no guessing how a child like that will turn out.

He would always come back to his lost treaty, wondering, guessing, speculating, as to what Holmes was doing, what steps Lord Holdhurst was taking, what news we should have in the morning.

This relentless, internalized second-guessing breeds a subtle but pervasive sense of regret, gradually eroding our capacity for genuine, unadulterated contentment.