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?"

tombstone, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it. Her

aback by the kindness shown.

they sat,

leaves, and birds soared above,

only he had found Maisie earlier, the family of three

come to the house, but I've never noticed the tombstone," he admitted. "It's facing right across the nursery. It was indeed

did you name her

nodded. "I thought of two names. It'd be Curtis if it was a boy and

as he recalled her bringing a piece of paper into his study and asking

understood then, casually

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

"Oh..."

calm demeanor indicating a

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