During the funeral, a raven landed on the girl’s coffin. A second later, everyone present went SPEAK…

“We’ll figure out who did this,” the detective said, pressing for answers.

“I don’t know,” Emily said softly, shaking her head. “I can’t understand it. Who could do this? It’s impossible.”

The detective watched her, likely seeing her grief overwhelm her. “We’ll do everything to get answers,” he said, offering what comfort he could.

The day Emily dreaded arrived—the day to say goodbye to Lily. How could she let go when her heart was shattering? She felt empty, drained of all strength. Nothing mattered but the pain gripping her with every breath.

The weather was gray, foggy, like her soul. As Emily and Owen approached the small casket, a crow landed on its lid. Everyone froze, staring at the bird. It was strange, unsettling, as if the world was trying to speak, but they couldn’t decipher its message.

Then, heavy, uneven footsteps broke the silence. Emily turned, her heart skipping. Michael approached, drunk, a whiskey bottle in hand, staggering. His clothes were disheveled, his face pale, eyes clouded with alcohol.

“Emily!” he slurred loudly, drawing every eye. “It’s my fault. All of it. That witch killed our daughter.”

Emily froze, his words slicing through her grief, incomprehensible. “What are you saying?” Her voice trembled with outrage, but she fought to stay composed. “Who killed our daughter?”

Owen, unable to hold back, grabbed Michael by the collar, nearly lifting him off the ground. “Who killed her?” he demanded, fury in his voice.

Michael leaned in, a twisted grin on his face. “She’s my daughter,” he said.

The words hit like a gunshot. Time slowed, a nightmare unfolding. “Her name’s Abigail,” Michael continued. “She killed my daughter. She found out I planned to leave everything to Lily in my will. So she acted. Made it look like an accident.”

His words stabbed Emily’s heart, a betrayal too deep to process. Tears welled, but disbelief held her. “You’re insane!” she screamed, her voice raw. “You ruined my life. You killed our daughter. You’re a monster. I hate you.”

She clutched her face, sobs shaking her. Every emotion—devastation, pain, betrayal—poured out, cutting like a blade. Michael just smirked. “I only just learned you were pregnant,” he said quietly, head bowed, his voice carrying in the cemetery’s eerie silence. “I didn’t know.”..