บททั้งหมดของ The Whole Family’s Regret After I Died: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

After I died, my spirit didn't fade. I drifted into the living room.Elena's face was pale, almost gray, and her lips had lost their color.A three-tiered cake sat in the center of the dining table, frosted in pink cream, with "Happy Birthday, Little Princess" written across the top.Mom had her arms around Elena's shoulders from behind, her chin resting on top of Elena's head. Dad sat across from them with both hands shoved into his hair, perfectly still."I thought I heard Emma calling out from the cellar just now." Elena's voice was so faint it almost wasn't there. "Can someone go check on her?"Mom pulled her in tighter. "She's fine. You know how she gets. Every single birthday of yours, she pulls something. Every time.""But what if she's really—""That's enough." Dad finally spoke, his voice low and controlled. "Today is your last birthday. No one is going to ruin it."He swallowed when he said "last."Mom buried her face in Elena's hair, and a tear slipped from the corner of her

He crouched at the cellar door and set the bowl of porridge and the healing tonic side by side on the floor."Emma."He tapped on the door with his knuckles, barely making a sound. "Your stomach's bothering you, right? I found some tonic. Drink a little first, then eat the porridge."I was floating about half a meter above his head, looking down at him.The set of his shoulders, the white hairs at his temples catching the hallway light. He looked so much older than I remembered."Dad. I'm right here. I'm already gone. Open the door and look inside. Please."He couldn't hear me.After a while, no sound came from behind the door.Dad sighed."Fine. Be angry all you want." His voice had gone rough. "Once tomorrow is over, Dad'll take you up to Silverleaf Town for mushroom cream noodles. That new place you've been talking about for ages."His knees crackled as he stood, one hand against the wall. He turned the corner of the hallway and was gone.I stayed there, looking at the bowl of honey

Dad didn't go in.He stood in the doorway with one hand gripping the frame, like he'd been nailed to the floor. Morning light came in from behind him, stretching his shadow out long and thin, while his face stayed in darkness."What's going on?" Mom still had her arms around Elena and was smiling as she leaned in to look. "Come on, call Emma out, let her share in the good news—"Dad's arm came across the doorway. "Don't come in."Mom's smile stopped where it was.Elena slipped out from under Mom's arm and stood on her toes to look inside. The light was dim, just what crept in through the gap at the door and a narrow air vent up high, enough to light a small patch of stone floor. And on that floor, a figure lying on her side."Emma?"Elena's voice still had a laugh tucked in it, light and careful. "Stop pretending to sleep. Come on, the curse didn't work. I'm okay."The figure on the stone floor didn't move. Her chest didn't rise. Not even a strand of hair stirred with breathing.The sm

Uncle Aldric from next door had heard the crying and pushed open the door, which had been left unlatched.He was still holding a few sprigs of rosemary he'd cut from the garden, peering in from the entryway. He first saw the half-hung streamers and scattered balloons, then the heap of people on the floor."What's going on?"His eyes made a quick circuit of the room and landed on me in Grandpa's arms. His expression moved from confusion to the particular knowing look of someone who'd already guessed."Ah, so she didn't make it after all."He shook his head and lowered his voice, his tone carrying a thin layer of sympathy over something thicker and more interested. "I saw your lights on all night, figured you were keeping vigil. Elena's had it rough, poor girl. Eighteen years, that's no time at—""It's not Elena."Dad lifted his head from the floor, eyes full of red.Uncle Aldric's expression snagged. He leaned in, looked closer, and recognized the face in Grandpa's arms."Emma?"His voi

Grandpa carried me home, step by step, deep into the forest.I drifted at his side, watching his profile.The sun was nearly down, and the light caught every line in his face. His lips were pressed closed, the muscles in his jaw tight. His arms were locked around the soul crystal, holding it like he was afraid that if he let go it would shatter.He didn't walk fast, but he never stopped.By the time he got home, the sky was fully dark.Grandpa's courtyard was small: a low wall built from stone, a wooden gate that creaked on its hinges when he pushed it open. Inside, no light. He felt around for a matchbox and went through three strikes before one caught, his hands shaking too badly.A candle. Half a white one left on the kitchen windowsill, the wick already burned down once, the flame thin and not strong enough to fill the room. Just enough to light a small patch of the big oak table in the center.Grandpa set the soul crystal in the middle of the table, then opened the kitchen cupboar