HE WOKE UP PARALYZED INSIDE HIS OWN COFFIN… THEN HEARD HIS WIFE CELEBRATE HIS CREMATION

afraid of opening a coffin.”

The words shifted the atmosphere instantly.

Whispers died.

The funeral director, now sweating, looked between Sophia and Nathan.

“I need authorization.”

Nathan raised his phone. “I’ve got a toxicologist on the line, a suspicious vial from the estate, and a cremation scheduled hours after an unsigned autopsy. Open it now, or continue reading …