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.

replied quietly, his tone solemn. "But every

eyes darted

at a simple, black headstone. No name. No

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

silence between them was heavy

He had a thousand questions but sensed his dad's mood, so he

back and gently ruffling his son's hair. His voice

"Okay!"

front of the grave, pressing his hands to the ground,

he finished, he looked up at Stewart, his small face full of

him to his feet, his large hand enveloping

this hero

"He does."

neck to look up

But Stewart didn't answer.

could sense that his dad didn't want

down the hill was

down—but this time he

Festival!

at him. "Do

Rosita said I was too mean

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