white candle in both hands.
Ryan was beside her.
He still wore his suit jacket.
The bright flower pinned to his lapel looked almost ridiculous considering the expression on his face.
Neither noticed me at first.
“You told me you understood the candle,” Ryan said softly.
Amelia stared down at it.
“No, Dad. You asked if I understood what it meant.”
Ryan frowned.
“That’s different.”
He fell silent.
Then he asked,
“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way?”
Amelia continued staring at the candle.
“You never asked.”
