She studied her target across the park and gave up fighting the depression that followed her all her life. While contemplating her grandfather and her unique way of committing suicide a strange yet familiar face came into view.
She could not place the face but he had her eyes. Eyes that had her so mesmerized her that she missed the knife he carried until it was plunged into her stomach.
“I solved the grandfather paradox,” he whispered in her ear as he gently brought her body to the ground.
Death’s clarity provided her last thought. “My grandson will be brilliant.”