The church was filled with the city’s elite — politicians, CEOs, socialites. Murmured condolences floated through the air like distant waves. Cameras were barred from entering, but the Hamilton name alone had already filled every headline in the country.

As the pastor began his eulogy, the heavy silence was suddenly pierced by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A young boy, ragged and drenched, burst through the entrance. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen — dark skin, torn clothes, worn-out sneakers barely holding together. Gasps echoed as security rushed toward him.

Before they could reach him, the boy shouted — his trembling voice rising over the choir’s solemn hum:

“Your daughter is still alive!”