Edric nodded his thanks, glancing down at Angie's hand. It was oddly comforting; most people he knew had already moved on and never spared another thought about them. It was refreshing to hear someone express their sorry-ies, time did not lessen the emptiness of loss.
He appreciated the compliment, wishing--and hoping--it was true. Would they be proud? He didn't know.
"I'm sure she would love to meet you as well, Angie Spurling," he answered with a mischievous wink as he repeated her name, or the name she claimed belonged to her.