Remonstrate

I pleaded with her not to go. I grabbed her arm, I pulled her coat, I begged and cried and threatened.

Still she stepped into the closet.

I haven't seen her since.

She told me about the world on the other side, but I can't see it. When I go into the closet, I see coats and boots and boxes full of things we haven't looked at in years. I don't know whether she's the delusional one or I am, because the fact is, she stepped into this closet, and I don't see her.