They went to Luna at the western end of the Crossing because Camilla felt like celebrating and it was her nephew Colin's place so it was the best place in town and it was also pretty. It was early evening, only a few people were sitting at the bar, just two tables filled, no one yet on the dance floor. They were four for dinner this evening: Heydon, Rafe and Rafe's wife. They were all people she liked and Camilla felt happy and successful and satisfied. It was an auspicious moment and it would have been perfect if Gabe were alive and here.
"What do you think Gabe would do with the studio?"
Heydon said, "Gamble it away like he did everything else."
The other two sat very quietly and stopped eating. Camilla stared at Heydon. Heydon looked right back at her. Heydon never believed her about Gabe and didn't care and wouldn't talk to her about it at all except to say things like that. If he wasn't the man she loved she would have killed him by now.
She didn't want a spotlight the thought was silly, juvenile, a girl's desire not a woman's. And Gabe?
Gabe had a spotlight all of his own that he never shared and it would light up no one else even if he had. He was not redeemed by some final action since he had already made up for everything he'd ever done all along the way for years and did it in the dark without the 'spotlight' Rafe thought he wanted. If he was here tonight, he would smile at that. He would.
Camilla reached for her glass of wine and said in the absolute silence of her own long secrecy, For you Gabe, wherever you are. I miss you and always will.