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

Dr. Crane took one step back, as if distance could separate him from what he had done.

“You’ve been keeping her in a coma,” I said, louder now. “You were hiding the baby. You needed her helpless long enough to take control of everything.”

No one denied it.

That silence told me more than any confession could.

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