Message

"I know it doesn't make any sense, but I'm really getting texts from my wife," I tell my therapist.

"You know she's gone, Sebastian, and whenever you show me your phone there's nothing in it. Anyway, think about it while it's time for our next session," he says as he stands up, a not-so-delicate way of asking me to leave.

He must be right, I mean, he has a doctorate and a lot of patients.

Then my phone vibrates.

It's a new message from her: "Of course he's right! Are you crazy?"