Love by Lottery
It complained, "You’re really stupid. But fine, she can’t die either. What if she makes us draw lots just to sleep in the coffin?"
A cold wind suddenly brushed against Mom’s neck. Her hand jerked violently. After freezing for a few seconds, tears streamed down her face.
"Is that you, Silas? It’s you, isn’t it?" Mom broke down crying again. "It’s my fault. I’ve already burned the lottery box. I’ll never make you draw lots again.
"The truth is, I loved you. I just felt guilty toward Asher. His adoptive parents treated him badly, so I wanted to make it up to him.