as she felt an unexpected warmth emanating from his hand. Initially, she thought it was just her imagination or a trick of her own anxiety. In her desperation to acquire the ring, she brushed aside her apprehensions and attempted once more to pull the ring off. However, the warmth was undeniable, spreading from the ring to her fingertips, and then something even more terrifying occurred—she felt a faint pulse.
Anna yanked her hand back, eyes wide with horror. This was impossible. She had been in the morgue long enough to know the signs of life—or the absence thereof. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the sudden wave of panic. “It’s just a muscle spasm,” she whispered to herself, a common phenomenon in recently deceased bodies. That must have been it. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm her racing heart.
