The people in the room felt the air shift, a subtle change, as if the boundary between their world and the next had thinned. The discomfort and fear that had gripped them moments before gave way to a strange serenity. It was as if Camila, in her innocent wisdom, had found a way to communicate with her father beyond the confines of life and death.

Her mother, who had been watching from the corner, finally rose and approached the coffin. She stood there, her heart heavy yet oddly uplifted by the scene before her. Julian, in life, had always been a gentle, loving father, and she realized that in this moment, Camila was once again in his embrace—a final farewell, or perhaps, a renewal of their bond.