He leaned forward, tears dripping onto her still hands—and that’s when he saw it.
A faint movement beneath the silk fabric covering her belly.
At first, Ethan thought grief was playing tricks on him. But then it happened again—clearer this time. A small, unmistakable ripple.
“STOP! STOP EVERYTHING!” he screamed, voice cracking. “Her belly—it’s moving! My baby’s alive!”
The room exploded in chaos. The funeral director froze, guests gasped, and someone fainted. Ethan ripped off his jacket, panic surging through him.
“Call the hospital! Call the police—anyone!” he shouted desperately. “Please, help my wife!”
