“There are layers to my relationship with death. I can sense when someone is about to die.” I nod, aware of that side of her powers. She puts the camera back into the armoire and shuts the door. “But some souls, my god asks me to deliver personally, like this one.” She finds my gaze, her face still soft and open. “Those are the ones I burn myself. The ones I keep pictures of. It’s also why I collect tithe all year round.”
