The air in the crematorium was thick, smelling of ozone and the suffocating perfume of lilies

I saw it.

A subtle ripple beneath Clara’s white maternity dress. Small. Rhythmic. Impossible.

The baby had moved… Continue Reading ⬇️

Chapter 2: The Pulse They Tried to Hide

The movement came again, clearer this time. A tiny, frantic kick beneath the fabric, defying every cold explanation Dr. Crane had given me about Clara’s sudden collapse and supposed continue reading …