Some assumed she was shocked, though Grandma told them to let her be, since every person says goodbye in their own manner.

Her mother avoided arguing and finally gave in.

Though her face looked weary and her eyes swollen, she insisted no more.

Hours slipped by, the air growing heavier.

It was late at night, and still, the coffin had yet to be carried to the cemetery.

Adults slowly realized something felt wrong—not with Julian, but with the child.