for the “new family” picture.
Ryan looked toward Amelia.
She didn’t move.
Neither did I.
Eventually, Lina walked back beneath the flower arch and stood beside her new husband.
There was an obvious empty space next to them.
The place where Amelia had apparently been expected to stand.
Ryan stared at that empty spot longer than he looked at the photographer.
Then we left.
—
During the drive home, Amelia balanced the candle across her knees.
I glanced at it.
“Do you want me to throw that thing away?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
