The church fell silent until Max’s desperate barking shattered it. He clawed at Lily’s coffin, his grief too fierce to ignore.
“Open it,” I urged, heart racing. Gasps filled the room as the lid lifted—and Lily’s chest rose. She was alive.
Paramedics rushed in while I clung to Max, tears streaming. He had known before any of us.
That day, Max proved love never gives up—even when hope seems lost.