Chapter 62

Summer's POV The day we cremated Felix was the coldest I'd ever felt, despite the sun shining mockingly bright above us. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Alexander asked as he helped me from the car, his hand steady at my elbow. We stood before the crematorium, a tasteful stone building that seemed too peaceful for the violence of what would happen inside. "I'll never be ready," I whispered. "But he deserves a proper goodbye." Alexander gave a small nod, and together, we stepped inside. I stood motionless as flames consumed my baby's body. I couldn't cry anymore. The tears had run dry days ago, leaving nothing but a hollow ache where my heart used to be. "It's almost over, sweetheart," Alexander murmured, his voice rough with his own grief. I nodded, unable to speak. Felix's body—so small in death—disappeared into the flames. How could someone so vibrant, so full of life and mischief, be reduced to ashes? Later, when the technician handed me the simple silver urn containing my son