Locked In My Mothers Casket
Language: en
At my mother’s funeral, my husband and my best friend vanished at the same time. I reached out to touch the mahogany casket, wanting one last look at my mother’s face before they closed it for good. The moment my fingertips brushed the polished wood, a sharp, needle-like jolt of static electricity shot through my arm, straight to my brain. Suddenly, I wasn't just standing in a silent funeral parlor. I was hearing the frantic, muffled screams of my husband’s conscience. [Madeline! Why the hell is she back already?] [She can't open this. If she opens this casket, Tess and I are dead. We’ll…