Then Camila climbed onto the chair, set one knee against the coffin, and slowly eased herself inside.

She moved carefully, as though it had been planned.

No one realized until she lay against her father’s body, clinging tightly to him.

When an aunt turned and noticed, she shrieked, and everyone rushed over.

The room erupted in chaos.

At first, they assumed she had fainted or gone into shock, but as they drew closer, they froze in disbelief.

Julian’s hand was resting against Camila’s back, as though embracing her too.

Some stood paralyzed, others whispered she had moved it, but the hand looked natural, the arm gently lifted.