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.

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

big eyes darted around,

simple, black

wiped away the dust with his hand and stared at the stone, his dark eyes locked on

between them was heavy

to Stewart. He had a thousand questions but sensed his dad's

back and gently ruffling his son's hair. His voice was

"Okay!"

of the grave, pressing his hands to the ground,

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

his feet, his large hand enveloping

does this hero

"He does."

look up at

But Stewart didn't answer.

could sense that his dad didn't want to talk about the hero any

descent down the hill was

way down—but this time he

today's the Lantern Festival! Should we go

him. "Do

"Mom Rosita said I was too

she

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