I’ve never thought I would come back here again with someone. I smiled down at Eloah, who was cooing softly in his stroller, his tiny fingers grasping the air as if reaching for something unseen. The autumn breeze was gentle, rustling the trees around us, making the leaves dance across the cemetery path. The bodyguards stood at a distance, giving me space, while the nanny quietly waited behind me. But even with their presence, it still felt like it was just me and Matthew. I knelt in front of his grave, brushing away a few fallen leaves from the marble. “Hey, Matt,” I whispered, my voice soft, almost hesitant. “It’s been a while, huh?” Eloah gurgled, as if agreeing. I chuckled. “I brought someone with me today,” I said, looking down at my son. “This is Eloah. My son.” The words felt surreal, but they filled my heart with warmth. “He looks a lot like Elijah, don’t you think? He even got his eyes.” Silence answered me, but I kept talking anyway. “I came here because I
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