The little boy screamed in the middle of the funeral and pointed at the girl inside the coffin.
“Don’t bury her… she opened her eyes yesterday.”
The entire cemetery went silent.
The grieving father grabbed the boy by the collar, furious.
“Do you have any idea whose funeral this is?!”
But the boy wasn’t scared.
Trembling, he whispered:
“She told me to find you… before they realize she’s still alive.”
The father froze.
Because there was only one person who knew about the hidden scar on his daughter’s wrist.
And it wasn’t family.
It was the man who disappeared the night she “died.”
