He knew he hadn't protected them well enough, and everything he did, it was just a meager comfort to her.

"I'm Daisy's dad, and doing all this is my duty, not something that deserves your thanks. I've never expected these actions to make you forgive me. If it eases your pain, even just a little, that's all I need." Remington's gentle voice blended with the night breeze as his large hand brushed through Lizetta's long hair, over and over again, trying to smooth out the tangled knots of sorrow in her heart.

Lizetta's voice caught in her throat, her feelings a complicated mess.

She pushed away from him, her gaze resting on Daisy's gravestone.

Several bunches of flowers surrounded the grave, some dried, some wilted, and some fresh, alongside many baby toys, making this site uniquely lively and special.

Lizetta now believed Timothy Temple's words; Remington must have been visiting every week.

She clenched her fists, touching the gravestone and whispering in her heart.

Daisy, both your mom and dad love you.

But, please don't forgive us, forget about us. That way, you won't feel lonely over there.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing her silent and downcast, Remington stepped in to shield her from the wind and loosely wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

thinking maybe that way she can find a happier, warmer home sooner, be reborn, and find better parents..." Lizetta's voice

loosely placed hand on her shoulder tightened, and he turned

can't we be

happier,

her? Maybe Daisy doesn't

for us to reconcile, to

intense and persuasive, compelling her

froze, the wind blowing her hair into her

unblinking, until Lizetta's lips moved slightly, her

answer

suddenly, he

and without

reached out to

"Brother!"

out, but

Thud.

hit the marble floor heavily, kneeling before her in a gesture of

eyes met, the shift in perspective bringing a subtle emotional

the last light vanished from

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