At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

lunging to grab her collar.

I raised my head. Something in the sheer, unadulterated desperation of her voice pierced through my shock. The girl—who I would later learn was named Tala—dodged the guard with street-hardened agility. She reached the precarious brink of the open grave, her chest heaving, her dark eyes locking onto Mirelle’s portrait.

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