Seth refrained from smoking, his voice raspy as he expressed, "I want to relocate Felicia's belongings to our hometown. She loved a few clothes in the wardrobe, and I'd like to keep them for her..."

Eric let out a deep sigh. He had once believed he could overcome anything, even healing Sylvia's face. Now, he realized there were things beyond his power to change. Frustration, anger, and helplessness consumed him.

"Mr. Gurth, you can stay here for a couple of days. When the time comes, we'll take her back together," Eric offered.

"Thank you..." the old man choked out.

Exhausted from their emotional journey, Seth and Jaden succumbed to sleep on the sofa. The weight of Felicia's death hung over them. With Seth aging and the boy still young, the burden felt insurmountable.

With no other family, Eric felt a responsibility to assist.

Sylvia enlisted help from a domestic agency, arranging for a housekeeper to tend to Seth and Jaden's daily needs. The Montgomerys provided a car and drive