Chapter 4 - Claire Gasps For Air And Warns Everyone
The handgun slipped from Richard’s numb fingers, clattering loudly against the marble flooring beneath the flower arrangements.
An elderly family friend who had thrown the chair rushed forward, tackling Richard to the ground before he could recover.
Other brave mourners swarmed the fallen stepfather, pinning him face-down against the carpet while he thrashed and cursed wildly.
Ethan discarded the hammer, sliding his small hands deep inside the casket to help his mother lift her weak body upward.
Claire swung her legs over the side of the white velvet lining, collapsing into Ethan’s open arms outside the shattered box.
“I can’t believe you found me, sweet boy... you saved my life,” she cried, burying her face in his shoulder.
“I heard your three taps, Mom; I knew you were still in there,” Ethan whispered, holding her tightly against him.
Paramedics and emergency responders outside the building could be heard pounding heavily against the locked mahogany exterior chapel doors.
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“Open up! County Sheriff Department! Drop your weapons!” a booming voice echoed through the thick wooden panels of the entrance.
Claire raised her head, looking toward the heavy doors as salvation finally arrived to rescue them from the unfolding nightmare.
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