David stepped into the living room, and little Harry, wobbling on his feet, ran toward him with a toy in hand. David instantly knelt, wrapping his arms around his son. For a moment, the pain in his heart paused. Miss Dora watched from a distance—her eyes full of quiet concern. As she observed them, her heart ached not just for her son but for the future of the child he held so tightly.
Later, in Miss Dora's Room
Miss Dora sat on the edge of her bed, deep in thought. She picked up the phone and called for Lara.
Knock knock.
Miss Dora: "Come in, Lara."
Lara: "Yes, Miss? Is everything alright?"
Miss Dora (sighing deeply): "Lara, you know you're more than just a servant here. After David and Maylie... you're like family to me."
Lara (sincerely): "And you can always trust me with anything. What's on your mind?"
Miss Dora: "David. He's drowning in silence. He won't say it, but he's broken. And Harry... he's growing up without a mother. I was thinking… maybe it's time David gets married again."
Lara (shocked): "You mean a second marriage?"
Miss Dora: "Yes. I know it sounds impossible now, but he needs someone. Not just for himself—for Harry. He deserves a mother's love too."
Lara: "Miss... it won't be easy. You know he still breathes in Maylie's memories."
Miss Dora: "But I must try, Lara. For his sake."
Few Days Later – Dinner Table
Miss Dora: "How's everything at work, dear?"
David: "Good, just busy. Nothing to worry about."
Miss Dora (gently): "I actually wanted to talk about something... something important."
David (slightly wary): "What is it, Mom?"
Miss Dora: "It's time you consider remarrying."
David (freezes, then coldly): "Are you serious?"
Miss Dora: "Yes, I am."
David (his voice rising): "Don't ever bring this up again. Maylie wasn't just my wife—she was everything to me. I can't and I won't replace her. Ever."
He pushed his chair back and stormed off.
Later that Night – Miss Dora & Lara
Lara: "What did he say?"
Miss Dora (disheartened): "Exactly what I feared. But I won't give up. Not yet."
A Week Later – Second Attempt
David had calmed down and was speaking to his mother again. One evening, she approached him again.
Miss Dora: "You may never move on from Maylie—and that's okay. But think of Harry. He needs more than just a father. He needs a mother's warmth too. Remember how you felt after your father passed?"
David went silent. His jaw clenched.
Miss Dora (voice breaking): "Don't punish Harry with your silence. He deserves more."
David quietly left the room, lost in thought.
That Night – David in Solitude
He sat in Maylie's chair, staring at their picture.
David (to himself): "Will you be mad if I agree? Or will you understand… that it's only for him?"
Next Morning
Miss Dora: "David?"
David (calmly): "Okay. I'll do it. But only for Harry. Don't expect anything else from me."
Miss Dora (holding back tears of joy): "Thank you, my child."
Excited, She Calls Lara
Miss Dora: "He agreed."
Lara (shocked but smiling): "He really did?"
Miss Dora: "Yes. Now begins our mission to find the right girl—not just for David, but for Harry."
Lara: "He'll need time... but maybe, just maybe, this could be a new beginning."
Next Day – Tragedy Strikes
Harry was playing near the staircase. A toy slipped from his hand and rolled down. He followed it, giggling. Suddenly, a sharp scream echoed.
Lara: "Harry!"
She rushed over. He had tumbled down the stairs. Blood stained his forehead.
"Miss Dora! David!"
David came rushing, picked up Harry in his arms, panic in his voice.
At the Hospital
Doctor: "He'll be alright. Just some bruises and stitches. He needs rest."
Back at home, David burst out.
David (to Lara): "How could you be so careless?!"
Lara (in tears): "I'm sorry, sir. I was just... doing the dishes. I didn't see—"
David: "Save it. He could have died!"
Miss Dora: "David, calm down. She didn't mean any harm. She loves him too."
David stormed off with Harry, guilt and fear twisting inside him. In that moment, he truly realized: Harry needed more than just protection—he needed nurturing love.
Later that night, when the house fell silent and Harry finally drifted to sleep in his arms, David sat beside the window, the soft glow of the moon casting pale shadows across the room. His eyes wandered to the empty space beside the bed Maylie's side. The silence screamed her absence louder than any voice could. His heart ached, not just from the scare of nearly losing Harry, but from the quiet agony of doing it all alone. "You'd have known what to do," he whispered into the darkness. "You'd have calmed him, soothed him, soothed me… I wish you were still here, Maylie. Every time I try to be strong, I miss you even more." He clutched Harry tighter, as if holding onto a piece of her, and closed his eyes against the wave of sorrow that came crashing again fresh, raw, and endless.