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.

Stewart replied quietly, his tone solemn. "But every hero here was

eyes

black headstone.

at its base. He wiped away the dust

between them was heavy with

glancing from the headstone to Stewart. He had a thousand questions but sensed his dad's

gently ruffling his son's hair. His voice was low, steady. "Kneel

"Okay!"

pressing his hands to the ground, and

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

hand enveloping Irwin's tiny one. "Come on. Let's

this hero

"He does."

craned his neck to look up at

But Stewart didn't answer.

sense that his

down the hill was

down—but this time he was smart

Lantern Festival! Should we

at him. "Do you want

I was too mean to

that's why she doesn't want to