Elena leaned toward the screen.
“Oh, sweetheart. I wish you were here.”
June nodded.
“Me too.”
Theo moved closer.
“Tell her, June.”
His sister looked embarrassed.
“Theo…”
“Tell her why you wanted to watch!”
June glanced toward someone outside the camera’s view.
Then she looked back at Elena.
“Because I wanted to know whether someone in a wheelchair could have a real wedding dance.”
Elena’s smile softened.
“Of course they can.”
June hesitated.
“But you stood up first.”
The words caught Elena off guard.
June continued quietly.
“Does that mean you have to stand before it counts?”
Elena looked at James.
Then at Claire.
And suddenly, she understood that the little boy’s extraordinary gesture had created a question much bigger than anyone in the ballroom realized.
She reached toward the tablet.
“No, June,” she said gently. “It doesn’t.”
The girl stared at her.
Elena glanced toward the dance floor.
“Actually, I think I need to show you something else.”
***
James had imagined their first dance a hundred different ways.
Sometimes he pictured Elena standing in his arms while their favorite song played.
