Her little white candle rested across her knees.
Ryan sat beside her.
He still wore his wedding suit.
A boutonniere was pinned to his jacket.
Neither noticed me immediately.
“You said you were okay with the candle,” Ryan was saying.
Amelia stared down at it.
“No.”
He frowned.
“You did.”
“You asked if I understood.”
Ryan went quiet.
Amelia looked at him.
“That’s not the same as asking if I’m okay.”
I stopped several feet away.
Ryan rubbed his hands together.Family Law
“Why didn’t you tell me you were upset?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“I ask you things all the time.”
“You ask if school was good.”
Ryan stopped.
“You ask if I like Aunt Lina’s apartment.”
Silence.
“You ask if dinner tastes good.”
Her voice became smaller.
“You don’t ask if I’m mad.”
That hit him.
I saw it.
For once, Ryan didn’t immediately defend himself.
