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

daisies next to the tombstone, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it. Her

over the

kindness shown. Slowly, he sat on

there they sat, side

and birds soared above,

had found Maisie earlier, the family of three

house, but I've never

my first time. seeing it

you

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

piece of paper into his study and asking

understood then, casually

showing that they are born in

"Oh..."

at him, her calm demeanor indicating a

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