Mila’s tears fell down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Her lips curled into a twisted smile. Her eyes, once filled with sadness, now looked wild—like someone who had lost her grip on reality.
She crouched in front of the skeleton laid gently on a white cloth inside the cabinet.
“Don’t worry, my daughter,” Mila whispered sweetly, brushing her hand over the skull like it was made of glass. “Angela is here now. You can live in her body, right? You can be born again through her. Yes… that’s right.”
She chuckled softly, then laughed harder until the sound echoed through the house.
“You will be with Kervin now. You like that, don’t you? You always wanted to be with him.”
Her thin hands trembled as she carefully lifted the fragile bones, cradling them l
