“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

with such suspicion.

Ava, now eight, held her for the first time with trembling arms.

Caroline sat beside her. “Lily, this is your big sister Ava. She stopped a funeral for you.”

Ava looked down at the baby and felt something inside her loosen — something old and heavy.

For most of her life she had belonged nowhere. She had been a child people stepped continue reading …