Chapter 2

The cold wind stung my face as I secretly wiped away a tear.

Lucas, being tall, took large strides and soon left me behind.

"Can't you walk faster? Don't you want to spend this money?"

Hearing his impatient tone, I swallowed the questions I wanted to ask several times.

Two months ago, on the seventh day after Mia's death,

Lucas met a spiritual advisor somewhere.

The advisor said:

"Mia's life shouldn't have ended. Now, due to unfortunate circumstances, her soul is trapped. If no one prays for her, she might have trouble reincarnating."

Hearing this, my heart sank. I secretly glanced at Lucas's reaction.

As expected, he was moved.

Lucas, who once told me in college that he was an atheist, believed the advisor's words.

He unhesitatingly took out all his savings to pray for Mia.

But because he was unemployed, he didn't have much money.

The advisor had said:

"For a soul that died unjustly like Mia's, you need to ensure weekly prayers for at least half a year."

One thousand dollars each time, I didn't know how much money this half year would cost.

"Mia's death is partly your responsibility too. You won't just stand by, will you?"

Seeing my hesitation, Lucas complained:

"Do you really want to see Mia unable to reincarnate? Aria, people have hearts of flesh. I can't believe you're so heartless."

So, I sold all my jewelry.

I used my entire monthly salary for the prayers.

But Lucas was still unsatisfied.

"This money is only enough for a few months. How can it last half a year?"

I wasn't without temper. Mia's death wasn't my responsibility either.

"Honey, we can't just think about this. We need to consider our future too, right?"

"Besides, I really don't have any extra money now."

"Do you want me to sell our house?"