Note(I'm putting the daughter's surname insert because what if some of you guys are male gender)

The grave laid in front of you and Maria - Alana [INSERT] with your eleven-year-old daughter's name written on it.

You were at hospital in recovery and Maria promised to take care of Alana, but no, she didn't. Instead, she went outside for private activity.

She promised Alana she would come back with an ice cream that had her favorite flavors, and it didn't happen, only to find her dead body when she returned.

"I'm sorry," An apology escapes her lips that explains guilt and regret. "Sorry I couldn't protect her-" Her words were cut off when you yelled, "You weren't at home, Maria!" With a tear spread on your cheek, "Where were you?"

"I was..." She wanted to say the truth, but she can't without hurting you. Though, she can't hide it. "I was out with...another man." Her gaze wavered away from yours, not wanting to look at the pain in your eyes.