Chapter 2 - The Shocking Miracle Inside The Philadelphia Funeral Parlor
Marcus shoved the funeral director aside, his heart pounding against his ribs like a sledgehammer as he lunged toward the casket.
He pressed his thumb firmly against Clara’s cold, delicate neck, desperate to feel even the faintest flutter of life beneath her porcelain skin.
For three unbearable seconds, there was nothing but silence, until a tiny, erratic pulse kicked weakly against his pressing fingertip.
"She has a pulse! Call nine-one-one right now!" Marcus screamed, his voice cracking with pure, unrestrained desperation throughout the hall.
Eleanor lunged forward, her diamond rings catching the light as her manicured hands grabbed Marcus’s suit jacket to drag him backward.
"Are you insane, Marcus? You're hysterically hallucinating because of grief! She was pronounced dead at Penn Presbyterian!" Eleanor shrieked.
"Get your hands off me, Eleanor!" Marcus roared, spinning around and tearing his collar free from his cold mother-in-law's desperate grip.
The funeral director scrambled frantically for the wall phone, his hands shaking so violently he dropped the black plastic receiver onto the carpet.
Behind Eleanor, two tall men dressed in identical dark suits silently stepped through the velvet curtains of the private viewing room.
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Marcus noticed the distinct, heavy bulge beneath the left coat armpit of the lead bodyguard, and his instincts immediately went on high alert.
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