The latch was slowly removed, and the lid carefully lifted.
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
Mrs. Helen rushed to her daughter-in-law’s side, tears pouring down her face as she clutched Elena’s hand.
“Elena, my sweet child… if you still have something in your heart, please let us know. Don’t carry it with you. Please, speak to us…”
Silence followed. The kind of silence that presses against the soul.
And then, a soft sob broke through.
It was Louis — Elena’s husband. He fell to the ground, covering his face as his body shook with emotion. His cries were raw, deep, full of something more than grief. Mrs. Helen turned to him, confused, heart pounding.
“Louis,” she whispered, “do you know why she cried?”
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