Coming out of the funeral home, the afternoon air felt suffocating. I clutched the urn tighter against my chest, feeling the weight of Alexander's remains – the weight of three years of care, of sleepless nights, of promises kept.A black sedan suddenly screeched to a halt in front of me, tires squealing against the asphalt.The car door slammed open with violent force. Ethan stumbled out, his hair disheveled, his shirt wrinkled. He looked like he'd been running for miles.The moment his eyes found the urn in my hands, his face crumpled. His eyes instantly reddened, filling with tears that he seemed unable to control."Emma, how cruel can you be! You didn't even let me see my father one last time!"His voice cracked on the last word. He looked broken, desperate, like a man who'd lost everything in a single moment.Victoria emerged from the passenger side more slowly, her movements calculated despite her apparent distress. Her face was pale, but her eyes were sharp as they took in the s
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