Ace
I squeezed his hand, hoping to offer some comfort.
The service concluded with a collective moment of silence, and I watched as the families stepped forward one by one to lay flowers on the graves. Ace and I were the last to approach. He placed a single white rose on each grave, whispering a few words under his breath. I couldn’t hear what he said, but the raw emotion in his voice was clear.
After the service, we lingered a bit longer, letting the other mourners drift away. Ace’s shoulders were hunched, his gaze fixed on the ground.
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