At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

dead bodies do not raise their hands.

PART 2

For one second, I couldn’t move.

Then instinct took over.

I ran to the stretcher, pulled the sheet back, and grabbed Claire’s wrist.

Her skin was cold at the fingertips, but not dead-cold. I pressed harder, praying I wasn’t imagining what I wanted to feel.

Nothing at first.

Then, so faint I almost missed it, a continue reading …