"Ella begins to cry. She knows that she is alone.
He's not there. And he never was."
Cole sits back and lifts his pen.
We may not start stories at the beginning, he thinks, but neither is the ending the end.
After that, he now knows, we begin again.
"Ella walks through Washington Square Park and onto W. 3rd Street. She's alone, but the city is before her. Her camera is slung over her back, and the sun is shining."