Rena gently caressed the stone tablet, a tingling sensation coursing through her being.

It felt more like a tomb of their love rather than the resting place of a child taken too soon.

She remained there in quiet contemplation for an extended period. Sensing her melancholy, the keeper said softly, "Mr. Fowler comes here every Valentine's Day and spends the entire day here."

Valentine's Day.

Rena couldn't fathom why Waylen had chosen this particular day to visit their daughter. She didn't inquire but simply uttered softly, "Enough."