The flowers they tossed into the river were nothing special. A rainbow of petals and leaves. There were only three attendants, and unsurprisingly, Adelaide was not one of them. Katya insisted on tagging along for emotional support. Though she didn’t know Gage that well, she thought he deserved to have more than two people attend his memorial. And more than that, Katya likely figured that Dakota would be in no shape to care for his daughter and mourn at the same time.
After a few tries, they managed to light a Santeria candle in his honor and set it next to the water. White. For the Oricha Obatala. Peace and healing. Rest. Dakota couldn’t be sure if it was meant for Gage or for him, but he doubted sincerely that he could have those things any time soon.
As they walked back to Dakota’s car
