I walk in to find Hanika in front of the stone dais lighting a few candles and incense sticks.
“If that’s for me, I am sorry to disappoint you. I didn’t die,” I say.
She turns around, and then runs to me, and slams into me her arms going around me.
“I’m sorry,” I say smoothing my hand over her back.
She sniffs and then pulls back. She hits me on the arms as she wipes her face.
“You scared me,” she says looking suddenly embarrassed. She moves away from me, and then takes a deep breath. She runs her hands in her hair turning to stare at the coffins.
I walk to the one holding the original Master Gin.
“Why did you preserve his body?” I ask her. I wondered that the first time she brought me here. It seemed like a painful reminder of something she could never have to me.
And now
