The father\u2019s voice came out like a command and a prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The stepmother stepped forward fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. Don\u2019t do this to her memory.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He turned toward her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf there is even one chance my daughter is breathing, I will not bury her for your comfort.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The funeral director rushed to the coffin with shaking hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy stood in the rain, trembling, staring at the white lid like his own life depended on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The stepmother whispered, \u201cHe\u2019s lying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou said no one would believe a poor kid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The father froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lid opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For one second, there was only rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then his daughter\u2019s fingers twitched against the white lining.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The father dropped to his knees beside the coffin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEmma?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her lips parted slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A weak breath escaped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The father broke completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe\u2019s alive. Call an ambulance!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The stepmother backed away, pale as the lilies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy pulled something from his pocket with muddy hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A small silver bottle cap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe dropped it after she made Emma drink,\u201d he cried. \u201cI kept it because Emma told me to run if anything happened.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The father looked at his wife like he was seeing a stranger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The stepmother\u2019s umbrella slipped from her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe was going to change the will,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rain seemed to stop around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The father pulled his daughter\u2019s cold hand into his own, sobbing over it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy stood alone, soaked and shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Emma\u2019s eyes opened just enough to find him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her voice was barely air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The father looked at the child who had crashed into a funeral with nothing but mud, fear, and the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then he reached out and pulled the boy close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he whispered. \u201cYou saved us both.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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