chapter 11
“But Mom, I don’t blame you. I just can’t come to terms with all the years of being wronged. And I can never accept the despair of being left to die on the operating table by my own mother.”
After the chaos, the police took Mom and Felix away, while Dad and Ashley were brought in to assist the investigation.
The nurse who had reported Mom walked up to my tombstone and stood there quietly for a while. Before leaving, she said, “This time, I was brave. The people who hurt you are gone now, and I believe the law will bring you justice.”
Perhaps it was her compassion as a new nurse that made her always feel like a patient’s death was somehow her fault.
I looked at her and seemed to see my younger self—just starting my career and always blaming myself for everything.
I gently patted her on the shoulder and tried to comfort her. “This wasn’t your fault. Don’t dwell on it.”
But sadly, I was just a soul. She couldn’t feel my touch, nor could she hear me.
Half a month later, the court verdict was announced.
Felix was sentenced to death. Mom was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Perhaps because my revenge was complete, my soul finally felt free. I could now go wherever I wanted, no longer bound to Mom’s side.
In those final days, Felix was consumed by the fear of death. Every day, the food brought to him by the guards was knocked to the ground. In just a short week, he had visibly lost a lot of weight.
If this had been before, my parents and Ashley would’ve been heartbroken. But now, no one even came to see him.
On the day of his execution, I quietly hovered in the air and watched. The moment he died, his soul floated out of his body just like mine once had.
He stared at me in terror. “Sean, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. Please don’t kill me. Don’t kill me…”
I laughed. “Aren’t you already dead?”
He looked down at his lifeless body and screamed. His soul then scattered.
Only I, a fellow spirit, was able to hear him.
Seeing the one who killed me vanish completely was a form of vindication.