“But did you?”

“I stopped carrying him into rooms he no longer had the right to enter. For me, that was enough.”

Daniel attended the closing night of Rooms Without Doors. He bought a ticket online under a shortened version of his middle name and stood near the back in a dark coat.

No one recognized him. He watched strangers stand before Evelyn’s paintings with the attention he had withheld. Some cried. Some argued quietly about the meaning of certain colors.

A teenage girl sketched one of the staircases in a notebook.

Daniel stopped before The House That Swallowed Her. For the first time, he did not look for himself. He looked at the woman in the center. He saw how small she had been painted.