The loving face on the tombstone carries a slight smile, forever kind and approachable.
Rebecca Quentin tightened the collar of her wool coat and took a deep breath.
"Miss."
A respectful call came from behind.
Rebecca Quentin snapped back to reality, turned around, and saw Aunt Clare not far from her.
There was a faint wetness in Rebecca Quentin's eyes, she wiped away the tear stains that the wind hadn't dried, and smiled at Aunt Clare.
Aunt Clare approached Rebecca Quentin, as warm as ever, "I received a call from Miss Quinn, she said you didn't return to New York with Mr. Geoffrey, and she couldn't contact you... I guessed, you were here."
Rebecca Quentin looked at the aged face on the tombstone and smiled faintly, "It's been a long time since I visited Daddy, I miss him a lot."
Aunt Clare nodded, "I miss the master too, although... he did make mistakes when he was young."
