Daughter

Her fingers, entwined in mine. Soft. Delicate.

Her nod, a whisper, “It’s time.”

A click as the switch is turned off. Then…?

Darkness. No light, no tunnel, no welcome home.

Just a fading whisper, “They never would have believed you, anyway, Mommy.”

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