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."

Val, what about Leon? We've already

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

of them,"

how Noah was always begging to see the ocean? Got us flights for the day after tomorrow. Get your mind off

do this for him. I pick you up

night, Valeria spammed

make it up to her and keep Leon happy, Hudson had dropped millions on a private jet,

get thirty minutes of his father's time to see the beach in three

You're not

Fine. Game over.

Valeria's messages got nastier, including sex videos of her and Hudson

everything

the third afternoon, Hudson finally remembered I existed: "My bad, babe. Work stuff. Getting

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