The visit hadn’t been expected. She was alone when she let the knife slip through her skin as a last resort.
Just one well placed slice and they were there, her family members who had passed, watching her with the blade as if she were on display.
“Honey,” her gram said, touching her arm with a solidness that felt so real. “There is so much more after this you need to go and enjoy.”
She dropped the knife and picked up the phone instead, tears streaming down her face.
“Mom, Dad, I need help.”