Unforgiven by the Skies
Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes.
My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me.
My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this."
Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!"
It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.