A long silence. The camera held on her profile. She was looking at the moon, which was thin and sharp as a fingernail clipping.
She walked toward the tree. She stopped a few feet away.
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Now it was outside. Night. A parking lot. Maya was sitting on the hood of a dusty Honda Civic, having escaped the reception. The cameraman—the breathy-voiced man—sat beside her. They were sharing a cigarette.
He fast-forwarded. The video jumped to a field. Golden hour. A teenager—Tom, presumably, though the camera never turned on himself—was standing under a tree, waiting. The frame was unsteady, as if he was trying to hold the camera and his nerves at the same time. A long silence
He closed his laptop. He put on a jacket without a hole in the elbow. He walked out into the rain.
Maya laughed—that full-body, head-thrown-back laugh Leo had been secretly cataloging for three years. Then she stepped forward, took the camera from Tom’s hands, and set it down on the grass, pointing at the sky. She walked toward the tree
The video continued.