A piece of sky. And it struck Evie all at once. Every clue along their journey to find her mother. It had been written plainly in front of her the whole time. The daughter of wishing stars. She wanted to be swallowed by midnight. Your mother’s starlight enveloped her. Oh gods. I have no name…by natural law, I can take none. Wanting to be no one. Harvested from the stars themselves.
