The months after she died felt like a thousand lifetimes, and each one was unbearable without her. When she appeared at the foot of my bed, I knew she had returned to release me from my torment. Her eyes glowed. Her face shone. Her finger beckoned.
God, how I missed her.
"Join me," she sang.
"Yes, my love," I answered. I rose, grabbed the nearby razor and snapped it in two. She smiled as my trembling fingers took the blade.
"We'll be a family again," I whispered.
I pushed open the door. Walked over to the nightlight.
"All of us."
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