“She looked at Lina and said, ‘If this means we’re one family now, where does Mom go?’”
My hand flew over my mouth.
Nora kept talking.
“Ryan knelt beside her and told her you weren’t going anywhere. He said you would always be her mother.”
“And then?”
“Amelia asked why you weren’t included in the family ceremony.”
I didn’t have an answer for that.
Apparently Ryan didn’t either.
Nora almost laughed.
“Then your mother stepped in and tried to fix everything.”
“Oh God.”
“She told Amelia that adults sometimes belong to different families.”
I already knew from Nora’s expression that it hadn’t worked.
“Amelia looked straight at your mother and said, ‘You keep telling Mom that family supports family.’”
I sank into a chair near the hallway.
Nora crouched beside me.
“Then Amelia asked why Aunt Lina didn’t have to support you.”
I stared at the floor.
My nine-year-old daughter had taken the exact argument my mother had used against me for months and turned it back on them.
Family supports family.
Apparently Amelia had simply wondered why that rule seemed to apply only to me.
But Nora wasn’t finished.
“Then Amelia picked up her candle instead of lighting it.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“Ryan said they needed it to finish the ceremony. Amelia told him, ‘It belongs to me,’ and walked out.”