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.

from heart failure before I even reached the private clinic. Before I could touch her hand. Before I could say goodbye.

Everything had happened too quickly.

No hospital transfer.

No police investigation.

No autopsy.

Only a signed death certificate, a sealed coffin, and relentless pressure from the Vale family to cremate her before sunset.

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