MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: APOCALYPSE, INSTRUMENTAL VERSON.
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Alanis clenched his jaw, every emotion crashing into him at once, regret, guilt, a sense of profound emptiness. All the moments he'd brushed aside, all the signs he'd chosen to ignore. The ashes in the vase… his son's ashes.
He couldn't even recall the last time he had seen his son. All the times Alex tried to call him he always ignored or hung up. And now his son was dead?
Alex was dead?
This was the reason Harlow had so willingly relinquished full custody of their son because she knew their son was gone. It was also why she had agreed so easily to the divorce. The pieces fell into place now.
Gus still couldn't grasp why his boss was so calm, so restrained after receiving the news of his son's death. Shouldn't there be tears? Heartbreak?