“Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?”
Ryan frowned.
“I ask you things all the time.”
“You ask if school was good.”
He went quiet.
“You ask if I like Aunt Lina’s apartment.”
Another pause.
“You ask if dinner tastes good.”
Ryan looked down.
Amelia’s voice got smaller.
“You don’t ask if I’m mad.”
“I ask you things all the time.”
I stopped several feet away.
Ryan finally said, “Are you mad at me?”
Amelia nodded.
Just once.
Ryan looked at her for a long time.
He took a breath and nodded once. “Okay.”
I had never heard him answer her that way before.
No excuse.
No “someday you’ll understand.”
Just okay.
I had never heard him answer her that way before.
Then Amelia saw me.
“Mom!”
She set the candle down on the bench and ran.
I knelt as she crashed into me.
“Mom, I ruined Dad’s wedding.”
“No, baby.”
“I did.”
“You got upset.” I pulled her back enough to see her face. “That is not the same thing.”
“Mom, I ruined Dad’s wedding.”
Ryan stood behind her.
“Annie…”
I looked at him.
“Don’t.”
He stopped.
Amelia wiped her cheeks.
Then, out of nowhere, she said, “Everybody keeps saying there were six of us.”
I looked at Ryan.
He looked confused too.
Amelia started counting on her fingers.
“Mom. Dad. Me. The other three.”
