Daniel gently caressed the word on the tombstone, his eyes brimming with tears. Recollections of something Owen had said echoed in his mind.

"Maisie buried the child... Do you want to know where your daughter is buried?"

Tears streamed down his face.

The tombstone, a simple rectangular piece of stone, bore only one word carved on it—Curtisa. "Curtisa." Daniel sobbed, certain it was his daughter. Maisie had given her such a beautiful name. Footsteps approached from behind.

Daniel turned to see Maisie standing there, holding a bouquet of daisies. Their eyes met, both surprised. It was the first time she had witnessed him cry.

'So, the seemingly cold, heartless man is capable of sobbing like a baby,' she thought.

"You're here." Daniel hastily wiped away his tears, his voice hoarse. "I-I was just taking a stroll. If you don't want me here, I'll."

"Stay for a bit," she said. "Be with her. This must be. your first time?"

took out a handkerchief and wiped it.

was taken aback by the kindness shown. Slowly, he sat

they sat, side

leaves, and birds soared above, creating a soothing

Maisie earlier, the

house, but I've never noticed the tombstone," he admitted. "It's facing right

did you name

two names. It'd be Curtis if it was a boy and Curtisa

bringing a piece of paper into his study and asking him which

then, casually pointing

begin with 'cu', showing that they are born in

"Oh..."

at him, her calm demeanor indicating a

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