Chapter 62

Third-Person POV

As we stood there, paying our respects, a military procession approached. The sound of marching footsteps reverberated through the air, followed by the sharp report of gunshots fired in salute. The solemn rhythm echoed, honoring Agent Jones with the highest form of respect and gratitude.

The sight of uniformed officers paying homage to their fallen comrade stirred a mix of emotions within me. Pride swelled in my chest, knowing that Agent Jones’s dedication and service had earned him the honor he deserved. But it was accompanied by a profound sorrow, as the reality of his absence sank in.

Elera’s grief was palpable, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close in a tight embrace. At that moment, words were unnecessary. Our shared pain connected us, and we drew strength from one another’s presence.

As the ceremony drew to a close, we lingered a while longer, silently honoring the memor