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

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

the

was taken aback by the kindness

there they sat, side

gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and birds

the family of

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

my first time. seeing

you name

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

was stunned as he recalled her bringing a piece of

hadn't understood then, casually pointing

with 'cu', showing that they are born in

"Oh..."

her calm

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