Adir sat silently, his head bowed, hands tightly folded together, lips moving without sound. The quiet weight of his grief pressed down on his small frame, though not a single tear had escaped his eyes.
Beside him, Adam sat still, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Adam glanced sideways at the boy. Adir hadn't moved in nearly ten minutes. His shoulders were rigid, his posture frozen, and the blank, distant look on his face made Adam feel just as lost as he had when he'd been that age — when he'd lost his own father and grandfather.
Adam shifted slightly in his seat, searching for words that might help the little boy. But nothing seemed to come to him. He sighed and then spoke softly,unsure if the boy had heard him or not.
"You don't have to do it alone. I'm right here."
Adir gave no sign that he had heard him.
