What about the stars and all the lovely things you used to say? Don’t you tell me we’re allowed to just . . . to check out whenever we’d like. I don’t believe that. I don’t believe you believe it. Like I told you the other day, you’re not done. And when did you last look up, by the way?” “I’ve looked up plenty, and what I’ve learned . . . is that even stars go dark.” She chewed on the thought. “Even stars go dark. And that’s okay. I’m ready to say goodbye.
