Still nothing. Max didn’t growl or bark—he simply refused to move.
The guests, at first touched by his loyalty, began to whisper. Some were growing uncomfortable. Others felt something different… a tension. As if Max knew something they didn’t.
“He’s guarding something,” said one of Lily’s teachers, her voice trembling. “Look at his eyes. He’s… focused.”
That’s when Max did something no one expected.
He pawed at the base of the coffin. Just one scratch. Then another.
Soft, slow, deliberate.
“Is he… trying to dig?” someone asked.
“No,” said Pastor Green, walking cautiously forward. “He’s… pointing.”
Daniel rose to his feet and slowly approached. “What is it, boy?”
