"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.