That was when she saw it.
The faintest — barely noticeable — rise and fall of Sophie’s chest.
Her breath caught.
Her heart began to pound in her ears.
She whispered, almost afraid of her own voice, “Richard… Richard, she’s breathing.”
At first, her husband didn’t react. Then his brow furrowed. “Margaret—”
“No, I mean it!” she cried louder now, drawing startled looks from the guests.
“She’s breathing! Look at her chest!”
