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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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