SHE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP.”

the crematorium employees whispered.

Helena Vale’s face lost every trace of color.

Marcus reacted instantly.

“Close it,” he snapped harshly. “NOW.”

But nobody moved.

Because everyone had seen it.

Dr. Crane took a shaky step backward, sweat pouring down his forehead beneath the chapel lights.

I looked directly at him.

“What did you do to my wife?”

“No one did continue reading …