Chapter 7 - Claire Recounts The Terrifying Details Of Her Burial
Paramedics rushed into the chapel with a rolling stretcher, wrapping a warm emergency blanket around Claire’s shivering shoulders.
Ethan refused to let go of her hand, walking right beside the stretcher as they wheeled her toward the open doorway.
Outside under the bright Georgia sun, Claire took several deep breaths of fresh air, looking up at the clear blue sky.
“How long were you in there, Mom?” Ethan asked softly, his voice trembling as he brushed a stray tear from her cheek.
“Since last night,” Claire whispered, her throat raw and scratchy from hours of muffled screaming inside the dark box.
“Richard said we were going out for a late-night anniversary dinner, but he ambushed me in the garage.”
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“He injected something into my neck, tied my hands, and sealed me inside before I even regained full consciousness.”
“Why would he do that?” Ethan asked, a dark, heavy weight settling deep into the pit of his stomach.
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