As Ethan stood by the crematorium window, watching his late wife Amara one last time, something made his heart stop — her pregnant belly moved. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but the tremor happened again.
Panic set in. The baby — could it still be alive? Ethan shouted for the process to stop. The staff froze as everyone saw it — clear movement beneath the shroud. Confusion and fear filled the room.
After a tense inspection, the truth emerged: it wasn’t a miracle, but nature. Because no autopsy had been done, gases had built up inside Amara’s body, causing the movement that looked eerily alive.
The explanation did little to ease Ethan’s pain. For one fleeting moment, he’d believed hope had returned — only to watch it die again, leaving him alone with his grief and the memory of what might have been.
