Epilogue
Five Years Later
1.
The invitation arrived in March.
Elara found it in her campus mailbox, sandwiched between a journal call for papers and a flyer for a faculty meeting she had already planned to skip. A thick cream envelope, her name and address handwritten in ink, no return address.
She knew that handwriting.
Inside, a single card:
The Museum of Modern Art
requests the pleasure of your company
at the opening of
WITNESS
A Retrospective of the Work of Leo Reyes
May 15th, 7 PM
New York City
Beneath the printed text, in the same familiar hand:
You don't have to come. But if you do—I'll be there. Always, L.
Elara set the invitation on her kitchen table and stared at it for a long time.
Five years. It had been five years since Portugal. Five years since the dock, sin
