One day, suddenly, my wife passed away. The bedroom still faintly smells of her, but her warmth is gone... Shocked and unable to think straight, I couldn't even prepare for the funeral. My wife's younger sister, Moe, helped me out. When Moe, who has the same face as my wife, takes care of things around me, it feels like my wife has come back. Even though I know I shouldn't, I can't help but touch her while she's sleeping.
