The Last Photo on Her Camera

My grandmother passed away last month. She left me her old digital camera—the one she took everywhere.

I finally charged it yesterday. The screen flickered on, and I scrolled through

hundreds of photos... family gatherings, sunsets, her smiling face. But at the very

end, there was one photo I didn’t remember taking. It showed me...

sitting on my couch... holding the camera... looking straight into the lens. The timestamp said

it was taken three hours ago. I live alone. I checked the doors—locked. Windows—closed.

No one had been here. My hands started shaking as I zoomed in on the photo.

That’s when I noticed... in the reflection of my eyes in the picture... My grandmother was