The girl’s mother rushed over to calm her, but the child resisted and screamed:

— Daddy’s crying! I hear him! He didn’t leave! Why did you close him in?..

The woman collapsed to her knees beside the coffin, lips trembling:

— What did you hear, sweetie? What did he say to you?..

Still sobbing, the girl whispered:

— He said: “I shouldn’t have gone… They did it on purpose…”

— Who?

— My uncle, daddy’s brother.

Those words hit like a thunderclap.