“At my 6-year-old granddaughter’s funeral, I leaned over her casket to say a final goodbye. Then I heard a faint, desperate scrape from inside. “”Daddy said if I woke up, I would ruin everything,”” she whispered. I froze. My son and his wife had told everyone she died from a sudden contagion. I pried the lid open. As I lifted my breathing grandchild, heavy footsteps rushed down the stairs…
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“At my 6-year-old granddaughter’s funeral, I leaned over her casket to say a final goodbye. Then I heard a faint, desperate scrape from inside. “”Daddy said if I woke up, I would ruin everything,”” she whispered. I froze. My son and his wife had told everyone she died from a sudden contagion. I pried the lid open. As I lifted my breathing grandchild, heavy footsteps rushed down the stairs…

PART 1 It was almost eleven o’clock at night. My son Arthur’s elegant home outside Chicago