Chapter 6
Before the police could even finish explaining their findings, Mom completely broke down.
“Fred, it’s my fault, all my fault. I thought that if I taught Noelle she was innocent since she was young, she wouldn’t have any psychological burden.”
Tears streamed down Mom’s cheeks. She fell to the ground, her voice hoarse from crying. “Noelle didn’t plan a mur- der. She prepared to die with that man from the start.”
Crushing guilt consumed her as she clung to Frederick, sobbing uncontrollably. “This afternoon, I heard Noelle’s voice. I almost found her. If I had called the police earlier, Noelle would not have died.”
My soul drifted above, watching mom cry endlessly. I spun in panic.
“No, Mom, it’s not like that,” I said inwardly.
Dragging that devil to hell with me was the only thing I could do for her.
If it weren’t for this, I would have chosen to end my own life long ago, ever since I understood what I was.
I had been a mistake from the very beginning. I just didn’t want to keep hurting mom.
But maybe I had messed up again.
I only wanted to die quietly, away from her. I thought if Frederick took her for the modified electroconvulsive thera- py, she would forget me and all the pain, and it would all be over.
It was my fault. I should have died farther away.
Seeing Mom crying, I wanted to wipe her tears, but I forgot I was a spirit now. Not only did I fail to wipe her tears, but my transparent fingers passed straight through her cheeks.
She cried until she collapsed, her body limp, then I instinctively moved to help Frederick and Timothy hold her up.
But again, I had forgotten I was nothing but a spirit now. I couldn’t touch her.
Thankfully, Frederick and Timothy steadied her. Only then could I finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Frederick had said it before.
Her mental state couldn’t take any more shocks.
Suddenly, I feared that my death alone would shatter her.
Maybe I had worried too much.
After Frederick and Timothy helped her up from the ground, she wiped her tears. With Frederick by her side, she
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went to the hospital morgue.
My chest tightened instantly.
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Before I died, I had vomited so much blood. My death must have looked horrible. What if I scared her?
Just as my nerves stretched taut, she carefully lifted the white cloth covering my body.
I held my breath instantly and closed my eyes, not daring to look at the scene where my mother was scared by me, even though I no longer needed to breathe.
I didn’t know how long had passed before I faintly heard Mom humming a lullaby at my side.
I slowly dared to open my eyes. The forensic doctor had repaired my appearance.
I lay there quietly in the morgue. Aside from my pale face and the icy chill of my body, I looked simply asleep.
Thank goodness I hadn’t frightened Mom.
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