The Funeral That Came Too Soon
Chapter 01 - The Funeral That Came Too Soon
The Bennett house had never been quiet, not even after midnight. It had always carried the sound of Richard Bennett’s old jazz records, Lily’s laughter from the kitchen, or Daniel arguing with his father about the family foundation. But on the morning of the funeral, silence pressed against every wall.
Daniel arrived in a black suit that still carried the folds from his suitcase. He had flown all night after receiving a message from his stepmother, Vivian: Your father is gone. Come home immediately. No details. No warning. By the time Daniel landed, the death certificate had been signed, the funeral arranged, and the mahogany coffin placed in the center of the living room.
Vivian stood beside it in a flawless black dress, accepting condolences as if she had rehearsed them. Her eyes were dry. Her hand rested on the coffin lid with the calm possession of someone guarding a secret. Every detail had already been decided: the closed guest list, the short service, even the instruction that no one should approach the body without permission. Daniel had not been asked to choose a hymn or write a eulogy. He had been summoned only to witness an ending designed by someone else.
“Where is Lily?” Daniel asked.
Vivian’s expression tightened for only a second. “Your sister ran away after stealing from the foundation. Your father discovered what she had done. The shame was too much for him.”
Daniel stared at her. Lily was reckless, stubborn, and sometimes impossible, but she would never steal from the charity their mother had created before she died.
Across the room, Aunt Miriam watched him with a warning in her eyes. Before Daniel could reach her, two funeral attendants moved between them and began adjusting the coffin stand.
Then Daniel heard it.
A soft scrape came from inside the coffin.
He turned sharply. No one else reacted. He stepped closer and placed his palm on the polished wood.
Another sound followed, faint but unmistakable.
Three slow knocks.
Daniel’s breath stopped. Vivian seized his wrist.
“Wood settles,” she whispered. “Grief makes people imagine things.”
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But her fingers were trembling.
At that moment, Daniel understood two things. His father’s funeral had been arranged far too quickly, and someone in that room was terrified of the coffin being opened. He looked across the mourners and noticed that the funeral director would not meet his eyes. Near the doorway, the family attorney checked his watch for the third time. The service had not even begun, yet everyone connected to Vivian seemed desperate to make sure it ended on schedule.
