The day we finished the final cut was the coldest day Ravenport had seen since winter began.
Gareth and I sat in the editing room and watched the entire film from beginning to end.
It ran for 40 minutes, with no narration and no interviews, only images and sound. I had edited it with restraint, without melodrama or accusation. Ethan's face never appeared.
Ethan was present only through shots of his hands and back, or through his voice.
But everyone who watched understood why the girl had left.
When the end credits rolled, Gareth said nothing. He leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.
"Quinn."
"Yeah?"
"You did it."
I looked at him and suddenly felt as if the hollow I'd carried in my chest for 3 months had finally been filled.
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