I wanted to scream until the vibrations shattered every pane of stained glass in the cathedral.

Rip them apart, my mind roared. Burn them down.

But then my eyes darted back to the open casket. To Emma’s hands.

Still.

Forever.

The fire in my throat hardened into a block of ice.

I swallowed the scream, pushing it down deep into my chest, where it would serve a better purpose.