went to my dad’s funeral with Bella, his dog. She’s usually cool with chilling in the car when I say so, but… NOT THIS TIME. So, there we were, doing the whole emotional goodbye thing with Dad, and out of nowhere, Bella just bursts in, barking her head off at the casket.
Everyone turned to stare, and I tried to calm her down, but she wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t like her at all. That’s when I knew something was wrong. I decided to trust her instincts and walked up to the casket… I opened the lid, and my mom fainted at the sight. IT WAS EMPTY!
The room fell into a kind of stunned silence—except for Bella, who was still growling low and pacing like she was ready to rip someone’s throat out.
I stood there staring into the empty coffin, heart pounding like a drum in my ears. “What the hell is going on?” I muttered.
