Dad dismissed her concerns with a wave. "I've covered everything. This guy's top-tier, almost impossible to book. It cost 200,000 dollars to get his advice. He guaranteed that if Sarah stays in there for a week, all of Emily's negative vibes will be cleansed. He'll guide Emily's spirit back to us on the seventh day. And Sarah? She won't just survive; she'll be better than ever."
Relieved, Mom clasped her hands as if praying. "Lord, please, my poor Emily must come back."
Dad reassured her with a pat on the back. "She will. Emily was too good-hearted. If it weren't for Sarah pushing her too far, she'd still be here. It's all Sarah's fault, that harbinger of doom."
Mom's frown deepened, her sigh heavy. "Sarah's always been self-centered. A week in that coffin might teach her a lesson."
I could hear their voices fade, leaving a numbness in my heart.
The crushing lack of air sparked a fierce survival instinct in me.
Desperately, I thrashed against the lid, blood smearing as I struck my head.
"She's still so strong even after those pills; I better get some nails to make sure it's shut tight."