Moments later, they heard it—the sound of dirt being shoveled away.
Hope surged.
“They’re digging us out,” Violet whispered, gripping her sons’ hands.
The coffin lid burst open. Flashlight beams flooded in.
Three masked men stared down at them.
Relief turned instantly into fear.
“Who are you?” Violet shouted. “What is this?!”
One of the men stepped forward.
“You’re going to stay quiet… and do exactly what we say.”
What Violet didn’t know yet… was the most shocking truth of all:
The person behind everything wasn’t a stranger.
It was someone she trusted.
Someone who had been at the funeral.
Someone who had planned her death… to save her life.
And when the truth finally came out—about betrayal, greed, and a husband hiding dark secrets—it would turn the entire story upside down.
Because sometimes…
The people you think are mourning you… are the very ones who wanted you gone.
Inside the coffin, Violet’s fingers twitched.
Her eyes snapped open.
Darkness surrounded her. The air was thick, suffocating. Panic surged through her chest.
“Where am I…?” she whispered.
Then realization hit.
The wood above her. The tight space. The still bodies beside her.
