Lisa POV The door slammed shut behind us with a finality that made my chest tighten. For a long moment, neither my mother nor I moved. We simply stood there in the dimly lit hallway, coats still on, shoes untouched, as if motion itself might shatter the fragile grip we still had on reality. My heart was racing, my ears ringing, my thoughts tangled in a single, impossible image.

Amelia.

Alive.

Breathing.

Standing in front of us like she had never been lowered into the ground.

My mother, ...