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.

his tone solemn. "But every hero

big eyes darted

black headstone. No

setting the flowers gently at its base. He wiped away the dust with his

between them was heavy with unspoken

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

ruffling his son's hair.

"Okay!"

dropped to his knees in front of the grave, pressing his

at Stewart, his small

his large hand enveloping

hero have a

"He does."

his neck to look up at him.

But Stewart didn't answer.

mood was somber, and Irwin could sense that his dad didn't want to talk about

descent down the hill was

all the way down—but this time he was smart enough to steer clear of the hero. Instead, he

Lantern Festival! Should we go

him.

I was too mean to Mom before. She

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