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.

Detective Quinn.

Then suddenly, Clara stopped answering her phone.

By the time I arrived at the clinic, there were tears, police tape, and a doctor calmly telling me my wife had “passed peacefully in her sleep.”

Now the ambulance burst through the crematorium entrance.

Paramedics rushed Clara out of the coffin.

One shouted suddenly,

“We have a pulse!”

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