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 ...