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."

a bit," she said. "Be with her. This must be. your first

to the tombstone, she took out a handkerchief

over the

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

sat,

breeze rustled the leaves, and birds soared above, creating a soothing

had found Maisie earlier, the family of

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

nursery. It was indeed my first

you

Curtis if it was a boy and Curtisa if

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

understood then, casually pointing

'cu', showing that they are born in Cumulus

"Oh..."

calm

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