"What?" Janey stared at her mother in disbelief. "No. You're wrong. Grandma Kim wasn't crazy."

"Honey—"

"She wasn't crazy!"

Her mother shot a look around to make sure none of the other funeral attendees had heard the outburst. Visibly steeling herself, she returned her gaze to her hysterical daughter. "She was schizophrenic, Janey, not 'crazy.' You are twenty-two years old. How long were you going to keep believing in a man with scissors for hands?"

"Edward…" Janey felt tears pooling in her eyes. "He was real to her."

"Yes. Yes he was. But he was real only to her."