They would have to travel to another city to see Kenneth for the last time, which would take about three hundred kilometers from where Leonel stood.
Once they were settled in the car, Alexis asked softly, âHow about I drive? You donât look too well.
â
âItâs fine,â Leonel replied, brushing off her concern with a slight shake of his head.
He took a moment, sitting in silence, before securing his seat belt and igniting the engine.
Three hours later, they arrived at Warsew.
Upon arrival, Leonel signed his name, and two hours later, he received a white urn containing Kennethâs ashes.
Outside, Alexis waited patiently.
As Leonel emerged, she approached him with a gentle inquiry.
âAre you planning to take it back to Duefron?â
Leonel, his voice low, shook his head.
âHe hasnât completed his journey yet.
Iâll leave it here in Warsew.
Alexis felt a wave of confusion wash over her.
Leonel led her to the riverside.
He carefully opened the urn and released the ashes gently into the flowing river.
Gradually, the dust remains drifted away, disappearing into the waterâs depths.
A silent finality hung in the air.
Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, Alexis gently asked, âDo you still hate him?â
Leonel offered no words in response.
Instead, he turned and embraced Alexis tenderly.
He nestled his face close to her, remaining silent, lost in his thoughts.
Alexis chose not to break the silence.
Gazing into the distance, she pondered how the shadows of oneâs childhood could take a lifetime to fade.
Despite Leonelâs wealth and success, the scars of his past seemed destined to linger in his heart forever.
They lingered by the river for about half an hour before finally departing.
As the evening settled in at eight, Leonel guided the car back to Duefron.
Remaining seated, he softly suggested to Alexis, âYou go home first.
â
Casting a side glance at him, Alexis sensed something unspoken.
In a tone filled with quiet resolve, Leonel added, âIâm heading out.
Iâll return before ten.
â
Alexis understood his unspoken intentions.