Jeremy didn’t think she was dead. It didn’t matter who they were, or even that they were at the viewing portion of his grandmother’s funeral. All that mattered to him was that she would sit up and prove all of them wrong.
He knew she would. She told him so the previous night in a dream.
Around him, people started to move about as attendants entered the parlor and moved to close the casket.
He ran to the coffin crying for her to wake up.
A groan came from the coffin as her hand rose, taking hold of the side.