“Sister-in-law, Erwin is gone. You have to be strong. I'm afraid you can't bear it. Just sign this death notice. I'll push him to the morgue and have him cremated.”
Foster was very anxious and had already prepared paper and pen before he came to me.
I picked up the pen in a daze and saw the rhinestone manicure I had just done on my slender fingers, as well as the date on the death notice that went back five years ago.
I was absolutely sure that I had been reborn!
Looking at the death notice, everything about my previous life seemed to be still vivid in my mind.
That rainy night, Erwin came back late from a social event and was sent for emergency treatment in the middle of the night.
Foster rescued him all night and told me in the morning that he had a heart attack due to staying up late, drinking, irregular lifestyle and diet. He eventually died after failed rescue efforts.
When I heard the sad news, I cried so hard that I fainted.
When I woke up again, Erwin had completely disappeared from my life. He was cremated and finally handed to me. It was just an urn weighing three pounds, without even a last word.