Home At Last
Now, I was truly dead.
And the moment Nathan found out, I could leave this world for good.
So why should I keep grieving over everything that came before?
I brushed away the last trace of dampness at the corner of my eye, turned my back on the ruined peach grove, and felt nothing—not a single ripple in my heart.
Over the next few days, I drifted like an outsider, watching the three of them—father, mother, son—live their perfect, harmonious life.