Chapter 6

Joanna pushed the door open and stepped into Gus's office.

He didn't even lift his head, coldly stating, "I'm not eating your food today. You really pissed me off. Who said you could ignore my calls?"

Joanna paused while holding her lunchbox, her expression shifting to one of hurt. "Gus, did you mistake me for someone else?"

At that moment, Gus looked up and realized it was Joanna. A hint of panic crossed his face as he quickly stood up to greet her.

A dull ache settled in my chest. Was it possible to feel heartache even after death?

Every day, I used to bring Gus lunch, driven by concern for his gastric issues. At first, he wouldn't eat it and would throw it in the trash right in front of me. Then he would just ignore it, pretending it wasn't there. Eventually, he would glance at the food, weighing his options before deciding whether or not to eat.

But I was dead now—how could I still deliver lunch to him?

To comfort Joanna, Gus picked up his utensils, preparing to eat.