St. Michael’s Church was filled with a heavy, almost tangible sorrow.
The air felt thicker than usual, drowned in the sweet scent of incense, mixed with the aroma of old wood, melted wax, and cold stone. Light filtered through the colorful stained-glass windows, casting trembling shadows on the stone floor, but it couldn’t chase away the darkness that had settled in the hearts of those present.

The bells tolled slowly and solemnly, their sound echoing through the grieving chests, resonating with every broken heartbeat. The muffled cries of the crowd blended with the bell’s toll, as if the church itself was mourning the lost soul.

Ana stood beside her husband Rareș’s coffin. Dressed in black, her face torn by a pain even tears could no longer express, she held their two-year-old daughter, Sofia, tightly in her arms. The little one squirmed in her embrace — her face red and swollen from crying, glistening with inconsolable tears. She didn’t understand what was happening. All she knew was that her daddy was there, in that big wooden box… and he wasn’t coming back.

Ana leaned in, trying to soothe her with gentle, trembling words, but Sofia wouldn’t stop. Her large, innocent eyes were fixed on the polished lid of the coffin, where her father’s still body lay.

— Daddy! Daddy! — the little girl cried, pointing her tiny finger toward the casket.

Ana swallowed hard — a bitter lump rose in her throat, choking her breath. Beneath the veil, her hands clenched her dress, fingers white from tension. And then…

Something happened.

Something no one in the church could explain, not even in whispers.

Sofia reached out her little hands toward the coffin, and her fragile, yet insistent voice broke the silence:

— Daddy says… you don’t have to cry, mommy.

In an instant, all eyes turned toward the child. The murmur of the service ceased, and a cold shiver passed through the crowd. The child’s words seemed to come from nowhere, spoken with a clarity far beyond the capability of a two-year-old.

Ana, her voice strangled, pulled her daughter closer.

— What did you say, my love?