My daughter-in-law di:ed in childbirth, but when eight men tried to lift her coffin, they couldn’t move it an inch.

Coming from inside.

Everyone in our small corner of the Lot region kept saying Claire had passed “according to God’s will.”

I did not believe it.

Not this time.

Not when my son, Julien, had not shed a single tear.

Not when he kept checking his watch every few minutes, as if burying his wife was an appointment he wanted finished quickly.