Chapter 605:

He memorized every detail of her—her expressions, her movements, the way her hands rested on her lap as she knelt. He knew these memories might be all he had left to carry through the empty years ahead.

One night, as Carrie leaned against the wall, her head drooping in restless sleep, Kristopher approached quietly. His heart twisted as he gazed at her serene, yet exhausted face. Without a sound, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.

It was the only picture he had of her, of them. They had never taken wedding photos. This solitary image would have to suffice, a fragile keepsake of what might have been.

On the day of the funeral, the cemetery filled with somber figures dressed in black. Relatives of the Norris family mingled with Carrie’s own circle of friends, their quiet murmurs blending into the chill of the air.

Camille approached Carrie, taking her hand gently. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes spoke volumes of the sympathy she could not find words to express.

single white flower pinned to her chest, looked thinner than ever. Her already frail frame seemed even more delicate after her recent injuries, as if a single gust of wind could shatter

at him, fearing her anger might boil over and cause a scene. Today wasn’t about Kristopher or anyone else. Gracie deserved

deeper

from noble. He was not there to mourn Gracie but to ingratiate

the cemetery, Oliver intercepted him at the foot

home, Tristan’s wounded pride sparked another argument with Cindy,

blissfully unaware of

approached Carrie and offered a simple, “My condolences.” His gaze lingered for a

at his sides. He fought to suppress the anger bubbling within, knowing an outburst

were there, their grief quietly evident, while Billie stood at a distance, hesitant. She fidgeted with her hands, wanting to approach

wronged Carrie too deeply, and she knew it. But as a mother, she had acted to

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