The memory faded as Ashleigh’s voice called Galen back to the present.
“So, you still put the ice cream in his mug… even though he isn’t here to drink it?” Ashleigh asked, looking at the full mug.
Galen took a breath, looked at the mug, and nodded.
“I make it just like I would if he were here,” he said. “I serve it and drink mine while I talk to him, just like I would if he were here.”
Ashleigh looked at Galen.
“What do you talk about?” she asked.
“Everything,” he said. “And nothing.”
Galen smiled, looking her in the eye.
“Just like I would if he were here.”
Ashleigh swallowed. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and then she smiled. She looked away and took a breath.
“This is your offering…” she said softly.
Galen nodded. The only other person that he had told about his offerings was Bell. Not even Fiona knew.
“You don’t burn anything…” she said.
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
