Ashes Before Dawn
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If he hates me, I suppose he has every right to.
Max gently tugged on her sleeve, looking at her with complete affection. "Mom, you're too kind. He's already dead, yet he still keeps haunting your dreams. Dad's only doing this to protect you."
Joshua gave a quiet hum in agreement and gently stroked Cecilia's cheek. "Be good. As long as it helps you feel at peace, nothing else matters."
Then, without a trace of emotion, he opened the urn.
The way he looked at it, no one would have guessed it held the ashes of his own flesh and blood.