Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 127

Carl pulled the car to a stop at the foot of the hill.

Stewart took Irwin's hand, and together they began their hike up the slope.

At the entrance to the cemetery, two rows of tall, lush trees-both evergreens and flowering shrubs-lined the path, their branches intertwining overhead. The shadows they cast seemed almost like silent sentinels standing guard.

In the center of a broad, solemn plaza stood a towering stone memorial, reaching up toward the sky.

Stewart paused with Irwin in front of the monument and laid a wreath at its base.

The air was thick with silence.

It was Irwin's first time here, and he looked around with wide-eyed curiosity.

Stewart held his small hand tightly as they made their way up toward the graves clustered on the hillside.

Countless unnamed heroes of the modern age lay at rest here.

"Dad, who are we visiting?" Irwin asked.

"We're here to see a great hero." Stewart glanced down at him, his eyes

shadowed by a heaviness Irwin didn't quite understand.

"Like Iron Man?" Irwin pressed, hope flickering in his voice.

just a story," Stewart replied quietly, his tone solemn. "But every hero

big eyes darted

simple, black

the dust with his hand and stared at the stone, his dark

them was heavy with

from the headstone to Stewart. He had a thousand questions but sensed his dad's mood, so he

ruffling his son's hair. His voice was

"Okay!"

pressing his hands to the ground, and bowed

he looked up at Stewart, his

feet, his large hand enveloping Irwin's tiny one. "Come

does this hero

"He does."

neck to look up at him. "What

But Stewart didn't answer.

Irwin could sense that his

the

he asked question after question all the way down—but this time

the Lantern Festival! Should

him. "Do you want

Rosita said I was too mean to Mom before.

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