What Truly Matters

At the base of the mountain, taking one step, kneeling for every step, making a wish in such a devout manner—to outsiders, it seemed both absurd and foolish. Yet, Joseph did just that. For someone of his proud and noble stature, such lengths were unnecessary. But the fact that he chose to do so made it clear that, in Joseph's heart, Lucille's well-being mattered far more than his public reputation. Until now, Frank had always believed that no one else in the world could match his level of devotion. But now, seeing Joseph's actions, it became clear that Joseph had surpassed even him. And that was fine. At least now, Frank could find some peace. With a bitter and pale smile, Frank closed his eyes and whispered, "Let's begin." The old priest said nothing, only pointing to the small house behind St. Mary Church. Without hesitation, Frank stepped inside. The old priest looked up at the sky and added kindly, "Don't you want to settle any final matters? You still have a chance to change your