Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 126

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.

just a story," Stewart replied quietly, his

Irwin's big eyes darted

a simple, black headstone.

He wiped away the dust with his hand and

was heavy

father's side, glancing from the headstone to Stewart. He had a

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

"Okay!"

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

Stewart, his

feet, his large hand enveloping Irwin's tiny one.

does this hero

"He does."

look up at him. "What

But Stewart didn't answer.

that his dad didn't want to talk about the

the hill

question all the way down—but this time he was smart

today's the Lantern Festival! Should we

at him. "Do you want

Rosita said I was too mean to Mom

she doesn't want to talk to

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