She no longer spoke, sitting stiffly in the chair, arms on the coffin, watching her father.
Several attempted to talk to her, but she stayed silent.
No tears, no movement, no response.
Almost as though she anticipated something.
And while no one voiced it, many felt uneasy, unsettled by her strange calm, as if something might occur.
That night, no one rested.
Some lingered outside murmuring, others paced in and out to check the living room.
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