Chloe’s POV

“Today,” I said softly, my voice trembling but steady enough, “we give him back to God.”

The church was full.

Not the noisy kind of full, no. This was the reverent kind, the kind where silence carried weight, where every breath felt intentional. White and cream drapes flowed from the high ceilings, candles flickered gently, it was so surreal, and sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, painting soft colors on my son’s tiny face.

My son.

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