Celia, Luna's cousin, contacted me again. The Reyes family was organizing a small,
private memorial service on the anniversary of Luna's disappearance. They wanted to inter a symbolic item in a memorial plaque at the sanctuary, as there was no body to bury. They wanted to use the small, melted remains of the ice candy stick I'd kept—the one I'd left at the school memorial. They said it represented the small,
everyday moments of her life that were so cruelly interrupted. I mailed it to them, my hands shaking slightly. It felt right that it should be there, a part of our story returning to her family.