They were about to cre:mate my pregnant wife when I pleaded, “Open the coffin… just once.” They all laughed, until her belly moved. My mother-in-law turned pale. My brother-in-law hissed, “Close it now.” But I’d seen enough.

herself.

“The baby?”

I held her hand tightly.

“She’s alive.”

Tears rolled silently down Clara’s face before anger slowly replaced them.

“They did this,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“Dr. Crane injected me. Marcus held me down. My mother watched.”

I closed my eyes briefly.

Clara squeezed my hand.

“Don’t lose control.”

“I won’t.”

That’s why we won.

Not because we screamed continue reading …