His words completely took me by surprise. I looked at Candace again, focusing on each spin, each jump. And there it is—a reflection of herself in her movements, in her way of feeling the music and making it her own.
It's a comforting thought. More comforting than I had imagined.
“What are you doing here?” I ask cautiously, making no effort to hide my discomfort.
Ryan hesitates, lacking a clear answer, and that's what bothers me. Blake knew perfectly well that this was my space with Susy, the exact time we came.
“It was Blake's suggestion,” he finally admits, “but if you want, we can leave.”
I look at my daughter once more. Her face lights up the rink with happiness. I don't want to ruin this moment for her.
“Well, we were about to finish anyway,” I say in a neutral tone. “Susy is alr
