Overheard at Table 2: Dying Declaration

#horrorprompt 442 Dying Declaration
 
Gathered at dinner, we were still stunned by Mom's passing.
 
My brother: I can't believe her dying declaration. That she'll be back.
 
My sister: Mom seemed so odd at the end.
 
I shifted in my chair.
No sleep for me.
Mom, that old bat, knew.

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#horrorprompt 442 Dying Declaration

 

Gathered at dinner, we were still stunned by Mom's passing.
 
My brother could barely lift his head. He said, "I just can't believe her dying declaration ... she was so determined, she kept saying that she'll be back.  She said, 'Tell him, I'm coming back.  I'm coming back.  Make sure he knows that!'"
 
My sister tried to comfort him.  "Chris, remember, after the strokes she hasn't been the same for years.  And she was even worse at the end."

Chris replied, "But it was in her last few times that she was coherent.  She was so determined."

And me, I shifted in my chair.
There would be no sleep for me, I just knew it.
Mom, that old bat, she knew.

I don't know how she knew, but she knew!

She knew that I was the one who had been upping the cyanide in her morphine.