Chapter Twenty-Six
S H A Y The feeling of having your fingers touch your own son's ashes was like putting your arm in an inferno. It didn't burn me or hurt me. At least not physically. But inside, my soul was in hell. I could hear Ashley and Sasha crying as they poured their own handful of Avery's ashy remains to get lost on the waves of the sea. Once again, we were in the Philippines. Not to celebrate though. We were here to mourn my dead son, who we assumed wanted to be one with the sea as it was indeed his favorite place in the world. Sasha didn't want our sons to be far away from each other so she had Aldric dug up and cremated as well. She didn't do it personally though. She was too weak to even move. Claiming that this was all her fault and that if it wasn't for her, both our boys would've been a
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