“Don’t bury her—that’s not her in the coffin!” a little girl cries out at a Chicago funeral, stopping everything as a shocking truth inside the coffin is revealed

“What’s your name?”

“Ava.”

“I’m Caroline.”

Fifteen minutes later, Caroline had paid for three months of Rosa’s heart medication, bought Ava a sandwich, and retrieved a pair of warm socks from a nearby store.

Outside the pharmacy, Caroline touched the silver butterfly bracelet on her wrist.

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