Filming was harder than I had expected.
I had to go back to those places: the brewery from the listener meetup, the bridal boutique, and the street outside the apartment building where Ethan and I had lived.
Gareth followed me with the camera on his shoulder. He didn't hurry me or ask questions. He simply filmed.
The day we stood outside the apartment building, I looked up and saw an open window on the sixth floor. Someone was hanging laundry on the balcony.
That was the balcony where I had once stood, the same place where Ethan had put the lilies because I was allergic to them.
Now a stranger's sheets hung there, moving gently in the wind.
"Do you want to go up?" Gareth asked.
"No."
I turned and walked away. The camera followed me from behind all the way to the corner, where I sto
