His face had gone pale.
“Mr. Walker,” he said carefully, “children sometimes experience powerful sensations during grief. They may believe they’ve heard—”
“Then explain something to me,” I interrupted.
Everyone turned.
“Why was my wife’s funeral arranged so quickly? And why wasn’t I allowed to see the complete medical report?”
Mr. Collins stopped speaking.
My brother-in-law, Daniel, who had been standing near the cemetery gate, suddenly stepped forward.
“Michael, don’t do this,” he said sharply. “Laura is gone. Let her rest.”
But Ethan pointed directly at the grave.
“Mommy’s in there, Daddy. She’s scared.”
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