2/ She Held Her Daughter at Her Husband’s Funeral — Then the Little Girl Whispered Something That Stopped the Church Cold
Ana froze. The church seemed to exhale in unison as the little girl continued, speaking words too knowing for her age—words of light, warmth, and love. The moment cracked something open in Ana. When Sofia murmured, “He’s behind me. He’s holding my hand,” Ana turned, saw nothing, yet felt everything: the brush of fingers she’d…