Chapter: 536
Glancing at Sabrina via the rearview mirror, Tyrone gave a slight nod.
“It’s the ashes of our baby.”
Tyrone had initially wanted to show Sabrina their baby, but fearing it might distress her further, he had decided to cremate the
infant without seeking her approval.
“There’s a place in the church where the remains of miscarried babies are kept. I wish to place his ashes there. He will receive
blessings.”
Sabrina picked up the urn and nodded.
She tenderly traced her fingers over the urn’s surface, as if it were her child.
The church was located in another city and they didn’t arrive until noon.
The church, a relic from centuries ago, had seen numerous renovations, each adding to its historical allure.
Originally, it was said to have been situated in the city’s suburb.
Over the centuries, as the city evolved and expanded, neighborhoods and residences sprung up around the church.
Clutching the urn, Sabrina exited the car.
A young nun, alerted in advance by Tyrone, guided them to an annex building. Raising her eyes, Sabrina looked at the building.
Upon entering, she found the entire wall ahead densely packed with cubic repositories, each holding someone’s remains.
The types of ashes varied within the hall, neatly arranged by floor.
The ground floor welcomed ordinary citizens, the second floor housed believers, and the third floor held a solemn space for
miscarried babies.
The young nun ushered Sabrina to place the ashes in an urn and secure it.
She then led them to the chapel, accessible only by a lengthy staircase.
Ascending these steps was a form of blessing, explained the nun.
Hand in hand, Tyrone and Sabrina treaded the steps slowly, immersed in their faith.
Sculptures of divine figures adorned the chapel.
Guided by the nun, Sabrina turned a corner to find a wall lined with numerous memorial tablets.
“These are tributes from the living to the departed, wishing them peace and joy in their next life. With enough prayers, the
deceased can attain a blessed reincarnation.” @
“Should we purchase a memorial tablet for him?” Tyrone’s question was laced with certainty.
“Yes,” Sabrina consented.