Ghost~lenses

You've always refused to wear glasses, even though you need them because you were diagnosed with astigmatism in your teens. Ghost, your husband, has tried to get you to wear them because you could barely see, but you still refused.

Today you were in the kitchen finishing preparing lunch until the voices of your husband and son interrupted you

"Mom, help!" Bruno, your son, shouts, running to the kitchen

"What?! What happened?!" you asked, alarmed by your son's expression, and Ghost appeared behind him.

–I ate a handful of rat poison.– He touches his stomach in pain

"Why?!" You looked at him cautiously, noticing his discomfort

–I thought it was granola. Why did I have to leave the boxes nearby?

"I'll call emergency services." Bruno picks up the phone

–Let me see.– You pick up the box to read it.

–Lee, lee. What does it say I should do now?

–It says here, uhhh.– You squinted to read it

–I don't have much time left.– Ghost leaned back on the table to stay upright, but you kept trying to read –And I'm dead...

-That?.

–Would you rather kill your husband than admit you need glasses?

–Wow, Mom.– Bruno put his phone down on the table, both of them looking at you disapprovingly since Ghosr only pretended to eat poison so you would read the box