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.

replied quietly, his tone solemn. "But

big eyes darted around, absorbing

a simple, black headstone. No name.

wiped away the dust with his hand and stared

between them was heavy with unspoken

Stewart. He had a thousand questions but sensed his

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

"Okay!"

grave, pressing his hands to the ground,

looked up at Stewart, his small

to his feet, his large hand enveloping Irwin's

this hero

"He does."

look up at him. "What

But Stewart didn't answer.

sense that his dad didn't want to

descent down the hill

the way down—but this time he was smart enough to steer clear of

the Lantern Festival!

glanced at him.

"Mom Rosita said I was too mean to Mom before. She

and disappointed, that's why she doesn't want to talk

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