I Traded Seven Years of My Life to Save Her

Summary

On Valentine’s Day, I received a package with postage due.

Inside the box was nothing but a rusted copper coin and a single sheet of paper.

The handwriting was unmistakably my late wife’s.

'Hold this coin. Come at midnight. Pay one year of your life.'

I assumed it was some kind of prank and casually tossed the coin onto the coffee table.

But suddenly, the copper coin flipped over by itself.

I didn’t know what came over me, but then, I clenched the coin in my hand and went back to the intersection where my wife had died.

At exactly midnight, the coin burned hot against my palm.