They tried again. And again.
It was as if the coffin had been rooted to the ground. Veins strained, hands shook, faces turned red with effort — but the coffin refused to move.
An elderly man in the crowd whispered what many were already thinking: “She’s not ready to go.”
The air grew heavier. The rain continued. The shaman, standing nearby, stepped forward and gently said, “Open the coffin. She still has something to say.”
A Final Message
The latch was slowly removed, and the lid carefully lifted.
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
Elena’s face, though peaceful, still held fresh trails of tears. Her eyes, half closed, looked as though they had just wept. The sight was enough to bring even the strongest to their knees.
Mrs. Helen rushed to her daughter-in-law’s side, tears pouring down her face as she clutched Elena’s hand.
“Elena, my sweet child… if you still have something in your heart, please let us know. Don’t carry it with you. Please, speak to us…”
Silence followed. The kind of silence that presses against the soul.
And then, a soft sob broke through.
It was Louis — Elena’s husband. He fell to the ground, covering his face as his body shook with emotion. His cries were raw, deep, full of something more than grief. Mrs. Helen turned to him, confused, heart pounding.
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