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."

with her. This must be. your first

she took out a handkerchief and wiped

over the name

by the kindness shown. Slowly,

there they sat, side

the leaves, and birds soared above,

he had found Maisie earlier, the family

always come to the house, but I've never noticed the tombstone," he

was indeed my first

you

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

was stunned as he recalled her bringing a piece of paper into his study and asking him which one was

casually

names begin with 'cu', showing that they are born in Cumulus City," she

"Oh..."

him, her calm demeanor

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