One last glance at her son became a nightmare — the lid opened, her face drained, and the next words were: “Officer, please come now.”
At her son’s funeral, the mother opened the coffin to see him one last time — but when the lid was lifted, her face turned pale, and she immediately called the police. The church was silent except for the faint creak of wood and the soft sniffles echoing under the vaulted ceiling. Candles flickered along…