situation.
Amelia held the white candle tightly against her chest.
“I came today because you’re my dad.”
Ryan didn’t respond.
Then she added,
“But I didn’t come here to say that what you did was okay.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Amelia turned and walked straight toward me.
Ryan remained standing in the middle of the ballroom watching his daughter leave.
Thankfully, nobody applauded.
She was nine years old.
She wasn’t there to deliver some triumphant revenge speech on my behalf.
She was simply a child finally saying things the adults
