In the doorway, Laura also wept silently.

These days, she felt as devastated as Olivia.

Dylan had been Like family to her.

Holding her belly, Olivia gazed out of the French window, lost in thought.

“Edwin… I still can’t believe Dylan is gone,” she murmured.

Hearing this, Edwin found himself at a loss for words.

The likelihood of Dylan’s survival was almost nonexistent.

The site was chaotic, and despite their efforts, the rescue team found no trace of Dylan or his DNA.

The forensic expert shared their opinions but Edwin couldn’t bring himself to share that Olivia, thinking perhaps it was kinder for her to hold on to hope.

the Evans and Fowler families traveled abroad for Dylan’s funeral, which was both simple and

the black coffin, there lay the soil

their respects

with Dylan’s portrait in her hands,

concluded, Dylan would truly be gone

and everything associated

Olivia remained composed, not wanting to disrupt the proceedings— she wanted to preserve every last

solace in believing she would always be Dylan’s wife,

crying openly, allowing only quiet sobs to

she

times, and the spot where the helicopter had gone

lingered there for a long while,

she asked Edwin to temporarily

once the baby was born, determined

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