Dominic's face contorts slightly and I know I've struck a nerve. He slowly lifts his hood and moves over to the altar. He stands in silence for a moment and I'm not sure if I should leave or stay when he finally leans in, gently blowing out a single white candle. The silhouette of his face glowing against the tiny candle flames and I watch his eyes close. I can tell it is killing him to break his vigil, I can feel his anguish.
He whispers something in Latin but I can only make out broken words before he opens his arms, chanting what sounds like a prayer. I remain silent, studying him in awe as he reaches for another candle, repeating the whole thing again another three times before gently blowing it out.
Eventually, he kneels down and bows his head; the silence in the room so calm, it
