That was a murder.
But what the woman before him had experienced was another kind of murder.
A slower, crueler murder, one that was impossible to fight back against.
The insurance company saved hundreds of thousands of US dollars in payouts.
Their stock price went up, and the CEO got his year-end bonus.
And Rosa had to pay for her husband's funeral in installments.
"The priest said that murder is a sin."
Rosa looked up at Luigi.
"I go to church every Sunday. I pray to the Lord, asking for peace of mind."
"But, child."
Rosa pointed to an old television set nearby.
"A few days ago, when I saw that man lying in a pool of blood on the news."
"When I saw your wanted poster on TV."
"I knelt before the statue of the Holy Mother Mary."
"I confessed."
Rosa's tears streamed down, tracing paths on her weathered face.
"Because in that moment, I didn't feel any sadness."
"I actually felt happy."
"I actually felt... that it was God's will."
Luigi put down his soup spoon.
