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I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky.It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high.On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last.I was determined to make his dream come true.The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox.Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.Signing my name, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, a real sense of freedom.Time to head back, I told myself.I would share every sight from my journey with my son, let him know I made his dream mine.Stepping off the plane, Elias's assistant was on the line."Ms. Porter, you need to get to the hospital fast. Mr. Rogers has had an accident."The assistant's voice was tense, filling me in on how Elias unraveled since I had gone. He quit office life, holed up with h
All the sorrow and agony I was holding in came pouring out.My son's death just seemed so senseless. While he was slipping away, his dad was comforting another woman over a dog, of all things. The irony did not escape me.Jeannie could not bear my accusations against Elias and stepped in to defend him."Elias didn't even know about Luis's accident last night. He's hurting too, as Luis's dad. Why are you still blaming him?"Jeannie tried to say more, but Elias stopped her with a firm push. "That's enough, no more words!"Jeannie stumbled, a look of hurt on her face."Elias, I can't stand to hear Noelle talk about you like this, she-"For once, Elias did not even glance at Jeannie. He locked eyes with me, his voice filled with anguish."I'm sorry, I had no idea our son's asthma acted up. I always thought he was just a kid, that we'd have plenty of time together. I never imagined this could happen. I honestly thought you were just upset."I used to get mad about Jeannie and him.
"Hold on, whose headstone?" Elias was rooted to the spot, his gaze locked on the worker in sheer disbelief. The worker looked back, confused. "Ms. Porter's son, Luis Rogers. You're friends of Ms. Porter, right?" Elias stumbled back, his eyes glued to the name etched on the stone, searching for any sign of error. However, there was none. The name Luis Rogers was clearly inscribed: his son's name. By then, I had scooped up all the ashes from the ground, mixed with the dust, into the urn. My hands, covered in bloodstains, were clutching the urn tightly against my chest, allowing no one to touch it.Elias's eyes reddened with fury as he confronted me. "Noelle, why wouldn't you tell me about my son, why?!" Jeannie, caught off guard, quickly tried to soothe him with her touch. "Elias, about this-" However, Elias was having none of it, flinging her hand away without so much as a glance."I'm his dad, and I didn't even get to say goodbye. If I hadn't bumped into you today, would you
I was still giving him the cold shoulder, and it was driving him nuts."What's gotten into you? How many times do I have to tell you? Jeannie's back in her country, all alone. I'm the only friend she's got. If she doesn't turn to me, who will she turn to?"Kids like Luis throw fits all the time, but you? Aren't you too grown-up to be acting this petty?"What do you want from me?" he snapped.His words were a joke to me.Jeannie was an adult. Didn't she have any basic social skills? Weren't there any colleagues at her company she could reach out to? Claiming she could only contact Elias, it was all just an excuse, a setup for them to be alone together. Elias, whether he was playing dumb or not, was his own business."I want a divorce. Now. A clean break, no looking back." I said it without batting an eye.Elias was so mad he could not even speak.Just then, Jeannie's eyes landed on the urn I placed by the grave, still unburied. She picked it up."Elias, I want to bury Daisy her
The following day, I carried my son's ashes to the cemetery we picked out for his burial.Elias was not in the know.To me, he was the one who drove our son to his death. I would not let him sully the quiet dignity of his final rest.I never imagined I would bump into Elias and Jeannie at the cemetery, of all places."Elias, where do you think Daisy should be buried? They say if you give a pet a proper send-off, they're happier in heaven. We've got to choose the perfect spot."Jeannie clutched the urn, chattering away.I had no intention of engaging with them, but then Elias caught sight of me.He scrunched his forehead, annoyance flashing in his eyes as if I were a stain he could not scrub away."Why are you even here?"Elias had mentioned to me that Jeannie's dog had passed away, so he figured I was there shadowing him.Talking was the last thing I wanted to do, so I spun on my heel to leave.Jeannie, though, put on her best damsel-in-distress look and blocked my path."N
I turned to my friend Yvette Smith, a lawyer, to draft a divorce agreement outlining what I needed.I still remembered her warning Elias when they first met, half-joking, half-serious."Hurt Noelle, and I won't go easy on you."He promised there would never be a need for that.I believed it too, once upon a time.However, time has a way of marching us to crossroads we never saw coming.With the divorce papers in one hand and my son's ashes in the other, I walked back into a house haunted by memories: his tiny slippers by the door, toys scattered like breadcrumbs, and his first birthday portrait smiling from the table.The room was a time capsule, every detail a ghost of the past, as if, at any moment, my son would leap into my embrace, his voice bubbling with excitement: "Mommy."Yet, the stark chill of the urn I clutched screamed a different reality. My boy was gone.Gone on the very birthday he counted down to with such joy.I traced the edges of his photograph, my heart heav







