In the end, no version of the story offered resolution. Renee’s absence remained absolute. Becca’s fate now rested with the court. The rest of the world watched from a distance, drawing its own conclusions based on which fears felt more real: the fear of disorder, or the fear of erasure.
What endured were the records. The images. The words that had already been spoken and shared beyond recall. They lingered not because they were loud, but because they existed.
