“Just… just tired.”
The orderly shrugged, oblivious to her internal turmoil, and went about his task. Anna seized the opportunity to leave the room, her mind swirling with questions and doubts. Once outside, she leaned against the wall, trying to steady her breathing.
That night, Anna couldn’t shake the experience. She lay in bed, haunted by the night’s events. Was it a warning?
A sign? Or just her guilt manifesting in her imagination? Whatever it was, it forced her to confront her actions, to rethink the path she was on.
She never stole from the morgue again. Instead, she tried to find solace in the simple yet honest life she had, realizing that perhaps, her dreams of wealth and luxury weren’t worth the price of her peace of mind. And though she never spoke of that night to anyone, it left an indelible mark on her soul, a reminder of the thin line between life, death, and morality.
