Chapter 57: Faithful Meeting
My knees were shaking. My shirt clung to my back, and my pants were soaked with sweat, at least, I hoped it was sweat. I was breathing fast, short sharp gasps. Panic gripped me.
I slowly turned around, praying the ghost hadn’t seen me. My instinct told me to run and never look back.
But then... I heard something.
The wailing had changed. It was not just crying anymore, it sounded like someone speaking. Low, broken words mixed with sobs.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to glance back at the figure. This time, I covered my eyes with one hand, leaving a small gap between my index and middle fingers. I peeked through it like a terrified child watching a horror movie, half-expecting the worst.
...
Luckily, no jump scare.
Thank god.
As I looked more carefully, I saw a lady kneeling in front of a tombstone. One of her hands rested gently on the stone, her head bowed low. I could barely make out what she was saying, just fragments carried by the wind. I cupped my right ear, trying to amplify the sound.
"I’m sorry, Mother. Even after you and father are gone... I’m still a useless daughter."
She must have just lost someone she loved deeply. I figured I should not interrupt, people grieving need space. I was about to quietly back away when she continued: