SHE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP.”

She looked terrified.

Drugged.

Confused.

And then, barely audible, she whispered:

“…Daniel…”

Helena suddenly stepped forward.

“You need to let the family handle this privately.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

“Privately?”

“You’re upsetting her.”

“She was inside a coffin headed for a furnace!”

Marcus moved toward the chapel doors.

He was trying to leave.

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