After my death, my spirit didn’t dissipate but returned to Jason’s side. I couldn’t understand why, but no matter what I tried, I couldn’t move beyond a two-meter radius from him. I was forced to stay in the same room as Jason, watching him drink himself into oblivion.

Where once I would have cared for his well-being and tried to stop him from harming himself, now I merely watched with detached indifference. Jason, having lost his worth in my eyes since the existence of Melissa’s child, was no longer someone I cared about.

The next day, Jason changed into new clothes, shaved, and went out. Out of curiosity, I followed...