[Robert was about to ask Daisy if she knew this place.
And then he sees the tomb and he knows.
For a long, quiet moment, all he can do is stare. Daisy's face is on that tomb. It doesn't look like the Daisy standing next to him - maybe soon he'll realize that face is too young to be hers - but for a horrible moment he stares and he thinks the woman standing next to him is dead and this is where she died.
... She is dead, of course, but for an entirely different reason.
His grip tightens against hers, and his gray eyes sting, but he tries to keep his voice steady.]
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And then he sees the tomb and he knows.
For a long, quiet moment, all he can do is stare. Daisy's face is on that tomb. It doesn't look like the Daisy standing next to him - maybe soon he'll realize that face is too young to be hers - but for a horrible moment he stares and he thinks the woman standing next to him is dead and this is where she died.
... She is dead, of course, but for an entirely different reason.
His grip tightens against hers, and his gray eyes sting, but he tries to keep his voice steady.]
... I'm sorry.