Taeyo takes a breath. “‘I want you to know that all the meals I cooked, all the times I picked you up from ballet lessons, all the times we watched K-dramas in bed together, and even all the times I scolded you—those were all expressions of my love.’” He smiles. “‘I wish I had said the words more often, though, which is why I am saying this to you now.’”

Tears start falling down Jennie’s cheeks, and the pug jumps from Emmett’s lap to hers to lick her face. “Halmeoni, you were the only person I ever felt loved by,” she whispers hoarsely. “Everyone else thinks I’m this hard, confident person, but you knew better. You knew the real me. And sometimes I miss you so much I can’t breathe. Some days it hurts so much, I can’t get out of bed. Why did you have to leave me? It just makes me so angry. So, so angry.”

I didn’t ever think I’d cry for Jennie Byun—not in a million years. But soon, my leaky-bladder eyeballs make a grand appearance. One of their best shows yet. I steal glances at the others, and David and Emmett and Taeyo look teary-eyed, too.

Taeyo isn’t writing Jennie’s responses back into Ghostr, but Gwisin Halmeoni must be hearing them, because soon there’s another response from her.

“She says to let go of your anger,” Taeyo continues, so focused on the screen that his eyes look glazed. “‘Anger will only make it hurt more. Know that you are loved, more than anything in the entire three realms, and I will be watching over you from the Spiritrealm and beyond. True love knows no boundaries.’”

“Please tell her I love her, too,” Jennie says between sobs. “Halmeoni, even if the skies fall and the world ends, I will love you forever. Don’t forget that when you get reborn, okay?”

Taeyo stands up from the couch. “She says it’s time.”

We all stand, because that’s what it feels like the moment requires.

Then, before our eyes, a translucent figure materializes. At first, her form reminds me of an egg white before it’s cooked. Then, slowly but surely, her body becomes clearer and more defined. Solid, even. Soon, I recognize the face we saw earlier in the Ghostr app. Except she doesn’t seem sad anymore. Halmeoni’s eyes are warm and brown like honey. She looks like she’s at peace.

“Halmeoni!” Jennie runs to hug her, and we all watch between blurry tears as they hold each other tight.

And in that moment, I learn two things: