With a deep breath, the lead undertaker gently lifted the lid of the casket. The gathered crowd leaned in, breath held collectively. There, beneath layers of pink satin and lace, Lily’s eyes fluttered open, her small chest rising and falling with the unmistakable rhythm of life.

Gasps erupted from the crowd. A wave of disbelief mixed with joy swept through the cemetery, leaving many in tears. Lily blinked, disoriented, but very much alive. She looked around, her gaze locking onto Max, who stood with his tail wagging furiously, eyes bright and attentive.

“Lily!” Anna cried, rushing forward to lift her daughter into her arms, her voice a mix of laughter and sobs. “Oh, my precious Lily!”