Awake at 4am, scrolling idly through Facebook, I find a nightmare post from my friend Kitty.
She longs to return to five years old, be safe and loved, and get life right this time. But since she can’t, she’s done with everything, will haunt anyone who dares call her selfish, and we should all pursue what makes us happy.
No reactions, no comments — only me awake.
I dress, drive round, hammer on her door. No answer. I call the police and ambulance.
Kitty’s in hospital now, barely alive.
If she survives, it’s my responsibility — will she forgive me?