Katrina turned her head to press a light kiss against his shoulder. When he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, she curled her arm around his waist, and stood there, resting against him. She could sense his mood, and it reflected her own; she'd liked Lynn better than either of her own parents, or her stepmother. She'd always been kind, and let Katrina come over to visit as often as she wanted, when she didn't want to go home. It really wasn't fair that she was gone.
She stood there quietly for a long while, and then said softly, "I miss her, too."
Maybe it wasn't the right thing to say. She didn't know what the right thing to say was. Some people talked to the dead as if they could hear, and maybe they could, but it still felt strange. Ultimately, Katrina was more concerned with the living man standing beside her, and how he was dealing with his grief. She knew Lynn would have been more concerned about him, too.