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late.
The truth had cracked open.
I looked at Clara lying motionless inside the coffin.
And suddenly everything started connecting.
The rushed cremation.
No autopsy.
No police.
The sealed paperwork.
The pressure.
The desperation.
This wasn’t a funeral.
It was disposal.
Then Clara’s eyes fluttered weakly.
I nearly collapsed beside the coffin.
“Baby…”
Her lips trembled.continue reading …
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