Chapter 8

I bought a new urn. With infinite care, the cemetery staff helped me transfer

Noah's ashes, each movement gentle as if handling the most precious thing in the

world.

Then I cradled him close as we left.

That pathetic funeral? My baby deserved better than their cruel mockery.

And that cold-hearted father? My Noah didn't need him anymore.

Back home, I gave the housekeeper paid leave. Hudson called:

"Hey baby, you make it home okay? Look, Val's ankle's fine. I was a total dick earlier - shouldn't have

gone off on you while you're grieving. My bad."

to Val, what about

the kid. I'm his godfather, and Valeria's an old friend. Don't

of them," I

my girl. Hey, remember how Noah was always begging to see the ocean? Got us flights for

gone, we should do this for him. I pick

spammed my phone

it up to her and keep Leon happy, Hudson had dropped millions on a private jet, whisking them off to Vegas for

of his father's time to see the beach

up, Reese. You're not in my

Fine. Game over.

Hudson. Valeria's messages got nastier, including

up everything belonging to Noah and me,

finally remembered I existed: "My bad,

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