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Twenty minutes later Elena burst through the front door, breathless not from running but from haste. She was alone, carrying the paper grocery bag, shoulders hunched as if gathering courage beneath her collarbone. Mara led her to the back office and set the sealed evidence case on the table.

"Give me a minute," Mara said.

Elena nodded, wiping a thumb across her cheek. "He... he always said there’s dignity in being ready," she said. "Even for the finish line." the mortuary assistant fitgirl repack new

Mara liked to do the small things. She smoothed the sheet over his jaw, then reached for the tiny bottle of baby oil the staff kept for bedsore prevention. It was not part of procedure; it was a private ritual for her hands. She warmed the oil between her palms and gently applied it to Noah’s lips, as if the cool, pale mouth might remember warmth. Sometimes, she thought, that slight grace made a difference for whoever would see the deceased last. Twenty minutes later Elena burst through the front