The Empath

At midnight, Nancy sat bolt upright yelling. Her father and I ran to console her. She cried for thirty minutes before falling back asleep.

Next day, the local TV news said a dog fell from an eighth story window last night. Nancy, nestled against me, went silent.

“I know it’s sad, honey, but accidents like these happen.”

“He said the cat was going to fall.”

“What?”

“The cat is blind. They used to live on the first floor. The cat didn’t know that they moved. He saved her and said goodbye before he fell.”

The imagination of my poor baby.