But before she could even pick up Liam, a crushing pain seized her chest. She struggled to breathe… and then she collapsed too.
Within minutes, all three were motionless.
A nurse at the party checked their pulses—then looked up, pale.
“I’m so sorry… they’re gone.”
The funeral was held that very same day.
Under a white canopy in a cemetery, grief hung heavy in the air. But what shocked everyone wasn’t just the tragedy—it was the coffin.
There was only one.
A large, unusual casket held all three bodies: Violet and her twin sons, laid together as they had been in life.
Eleanor had insisted on it.
“They were never apart,” she said through tears. “I won’t separate them now.”
Murmurs spread through the crowd. Food poisoning? A rare medical coincidence? No one understood how three healthy people could die at the exact same moment.
The official report: simultaneous cardiac arrest.
It made no sense.
Hours later, after the burial, the cemetery fell silent.
But beneath the fresh earth… something moved.
Inside the coffin, Violet’s fingers twitched.
Her eyes snapped open.
Darkness surrounded her. The air was thick, suffocating. Panic surged through her chest.
“Where am I…?” she whispered.
Then realization hit.