Her lips moved in the same pattern for the thousands time. A few days ago my wife went out with our son into the forest. I forgot about it until I saw her floating through the wall with a broken expression on her face. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t go to heaven. When our son came back he also looked ruined and said that she’d gotten into a terrible accident. They investigated it to find that she’d fallen into a hole and broken her neck.

I stared at her trying to figure out what she was trying to say. What was so important that she’d repeated it so many times. I saw her lips moving faster, stretch out further, as if it had grown all the more urgent.

Suddenly, I could hear her. “It was our son!” She screamed, and then gasped. I felt something sharp in my chest, I looked down and saw the end of a knife sticking out of me.

I gasped, “why?”

“Payback for my autistic beautiful little brother.”

“How… did… you know?”

“He told me,” he said with a shaky voice, and then screamed, “he FUCKING TOLD ME!”