Burying My Innocence
"Now that he's dead, his children are taking me to court over the inheritance. They want to throw me out with nothing to my name! They even hit me!"
Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Jerome shattered a glass that day.
From that moment on, a rift grew between us—an unbridgeable chasm we could never cross.
…
It was still dark outside when the sound of the front door's digital lock echoed through the house.
Half-asleep, Jerome pressed his fingers to his temple and sat up with an annoyed look.
"So, you still remember that you have a home to return to?"
We both turned to look at the door—he, a man, and I, a mere spirit.