---- Chapter 2 The next day, I held Tyler's funeral by myself. In the small casket, Tyler wore his favorite Superman t-shirt. I could see him so clearly in my mind, alive and vibrant. I had no more tears left to cry. Just two weeks ago, at the amusement park, he was wearing this same shirt, standing next to a Superman character and shouting, ''My daddy went to save the world! Superman, I want to be a hero just like my dad!" In the empty cemetery, only Dr. Williams showed up. "I'm so sorry, Sarah." He placed a white rose on the casket. "If only he had been brought in sooner..." Ijust nodded, unable to speak. At 8 PM, I dragged my exhausted body home. The door opened. Ethan was standing in the living room, his face dark. ---- "Sarah, your call yesterday made me lose focus during surgery!" he started in on me immediately. "I almost had a medical accident!" Istared at him, numb. "And look at you. Your face is pale, your eyes are all red," he waved his hand dismissively. "It was just a cold. Was it really worth making such a fuss?" My lips trembled, but I still said nothing. Ethan turned and walked into the kitchen. It was the first time he had willingly stepped into the kitchen in ten years. He took out a hardcover cookbook on children's nutrition and started flipping through it. "Emma hasn't had much of an appetite lately. Isabella said she likes carrot soup," he said as he started prepping the ingredients. Ijust watched his busy back. This was the man who never touched a pot or pan, who once told me, "My hands are for saving lives, not ---- for chores like this." But now, he was carefully making soup for someone else's daughter. "How's Tyler, by the way?" he asked without turning around. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Ethan came out of the kitchen and hugged me. "T know it's hard on you, taking care of the kid by yourself." His voice was unusually gentle. '"This weekend, let's go to the mall, the three of us. We can buy Tyler some new clothes and toys." I looked at him, my face blank, a bitter laugh echoing in my mind. My son was dead, and he was planning a ridiculous family outing. "Sarah, I have some good news for you," Ethan said, letting me go, a smile on his face. "You can quit your job."