Regretting the wife 127

Regretting the wife 127

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 treesboth evergreens and flowering shrubslined 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 wideeyed 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

Iron Man’s just a story,” Stewart replied quietly, his tone solemn. But every hero here was real.” 

Oh!Irwin’s big eyes darted around, absorbing everything

They stopped at a simple, black headstone. No name. No inscription

Stewart knelt, setting the flowers gently at its base. He wiped away the dust with his hand and stared at the stone, his dark eyes locked on it

The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words

Irwin stood at his father’s side, glancing from the headstone to Stewart. He had a thousand questions but sensed his dad’s mood, so he wisely stayed quiet

Irwin,” Stewart said, turning back and gently ruffling his son’s hair. His voice was low, steady. Kneel down and pay your respects.” 

Okay!” 

Irwin dropped to his knees in front of the grave, pressing his hands to the ground, and bowed his head in a solemn gesture

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

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Stewart helped him to his feet, his large hand enveloping Irwin’s tiny one. Come on. Let’s go.” 

Dad, does this hero have a name?” 

He does.” 

Irwin craned his neck to look up at him. What is it?” 

But Stewart didn’t answer

The mood was somber, and Irwin could sense that his dad didn’t want to talk about the hero any further

Their descent down the hill was slow

Irwin’s curiosity was boundlesshe asked question after question all the way downbut this time he was smart enough to steer clear of the hero. Instead, he focused on himself

Dad, today’s the Lantern Festival! Should we go see Mom?” 

Stewart glanced at him. Do you want to?” 

I do!Irwin burst out. Mom Rosita said I was too mean to Mom before. She was so sad and disappointed, that’s why she doesn’t want to talk to me.” 

You really were out of line. She had every reason to be upset.” 

But I know I was wrong!Irwin pouted. “I’ll do better from now on. I’ll listen to Mom, and be even nicer to her! But now that she’s moved out, it’s so hard to see her!” 

Let’s make a quick stop first,” Stewart said, looking down at him. Then I’ll take you to see your 

mom.” 

Okay! Dad, you’re the best!Irwin grinned

Stewart looked at his son’s bright, innocent face and couldn’t help but smile

Half an hour later, on the outskirts of Northborough, they arrived at a quiet nursing home

Stewart led Irwin inside

In a private room, an elderly man in a bluestriped hospital gown sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the world outside

He was over eighty now, and dementia had taken most of his memories. He barely remembered who he was or where he’d come from

A nurse quietly updated Stewart on the man’s condition

His memory’s gotten worse lately. Sometimes he doesn’t even recognize me. And whenever it snows, he keeps asking to see Charlie.When he gets agitated, we have to give him something to calm him down.” 

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Stewart just listened, then guided Irwin over to the window

The old man didn’t recognize visitors anymore, but perhaps struck by Irwin’s sweet face, he reached out and gently tousled the boy’s hair, breaking into a toothless, childlike grin

Regretting the wife

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