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."

She gently placed the daisies down and departed in silence.

‘Throughout the day, Rena was overcome by a sense of melancholy.

When she gave birth to Alexis, she had grappled with severe depression. It took a year of medication before she fully recovered. Today's visit to the cemetery had stirred up old emotions, dampening her spirits.

At noon, Vera invited Rena for an afternoon tea.

Rena agreed, considering the offer. She arrived at their designated spot, a place where they often savored their coffee.

Vera was already there, waiting.

As Rena entered, Vera waved her hand excitedly.

“Here!”

Rena settled into her seat, her gaze fixed on Vera, elegantly dressed in a white business suit.

"You look wonderful. It seems your career is flourishing.”

Vera sighed.

"I'm merely riding on Roscoe's coattails.

You know me. I wouldn't succeed based on my own merits. I'm involved in some minor tasks at the company, mainly to keep an eye on Roscoe and prevent him from making any rash decisions.”

Rena smiled and remarked, "Why? Roscoe is quite loyal actually."

Vera smoothed her hair and confessed, "Yeah, yeah. I mainly want to find something to occupy myself. I feel too idle at home.”

Rena refrained from further inquiries. It wouldn't be appropriate to delve into their private lives.

Rena sipped her coffee slowly.