Daysum is dead. May the gods guide her soul. May Lord Yama have mercy on her. May her deeds weigh lighter than a feather. I sigh as I make my way through the standard death prayers while sitting aboard the skiff. I think something is wrong with me. Daysum, the girl I’ve lived my whole life for, is dead, and I feel nothing. I’ve barely shed a tear. I think I’m broken.
