The next day, Damian kept his distance from us, staying with the others but glancing over occasionally. It was clear whom his gaze was fixed on.

The journey went smoothly, and we arrived at St. Joseph’s Church.

The church’s main hall was spacious, a grand altar at the front where a figure of Jesus looked out compassionately over the congregation. I sat on the pew, remembering that sincerity in prayer is important. I clasped my hands together and whispered in my heart:

"May the next life be peaceful and safe.”

Standing beside the altar was an elderly woman with her hair neatly pinned up. She had a serene and wise...