As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table–I was dead.
The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn’t returned.
The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.
She pulled out her phone and made a call, the shakiness of her voice a testament to how terrified she was. “Hello? Yes, someone has just died here! Yes… The address is…
After hanging up, she patted her chest and glanced at me. Then, she turned away, Suddenly, she remembered something, and her expression turned conflicted. After a brief hesitation, she made another call. “Mr. Gary…”
She walked away. I wasn’t interested in what she had to say, so I didn’t follow her. She only returned after some time and stood before me. She put her hands together and muttered to herself.
A noise came from the door. Another maid led a group of uniformed men into the house. They cordoned off the site of my death and searched the house. They didn’t find anything, though. I’d died a natural death.
“What’s going on here?” Gary entered the house, looking severe. His irritation was also evident.
After grasping the situation, he dismissed everyone so he could be alone. From where I was, I could see the look in his eyes shifting. It was too complex for me to read, though. I didn’t know what he was thinking.
