Suddenly, he noticed something and pointed to Alice's bedside, where her pale hand hung down.
"Look, Alice seemed to move."
I screamed in cooperation, "Sanford, are you crazy? How can a dead person move? This is your clinic. If someone who has been issued a death certificate comes back to life, you and your friends who issued the certificate could be sued by her family."
Sanford opened his mouth wide, unable to come up with a rebuttal for a long time.
The people from the cemetery arrived. Without anyone hindering them, they carried Alice into the car and drove away.
We headed straight for the suburbs.
I glanced at my watch and Alice, holding back the urge to laugh.
The day I met Alice in my past life, I was amazed that after ten years, she hadn't changed a bit.
There were no wrinkles in sight, and she looked rich.
The girl who once vowed to establish herself in the big city had resorted to drastic measures to live the life she desired.
I wanted to ask how she managed to come back to life, but she met me without a hint of surprise, as if everything was expected.
She pointed disdainfully at a ring on my stall.
"Oh dear, old friend, how did you end up like this? Wasn't your marriage going well?"