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?"

a handkerchief and wiped it. Her fingers trembled as she grazed

aback by the kindness shown. Slowly, he sat

sat,

breeze rustled the leaves, and birds soared above, creating

earlier, the family of three

tombstone," he admitted. "It's facing right across the nursery. It was

you name

be Curtis if it

of paper into his study

casually pointing at Curtisa

with 'cu', showing that they are born

"Oh..."

glanced at him, her calm demeanor indicating a newfound

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