“I built it for you.” The confession was so soft it almost wasn’t there, followed by more, a rush of words he seemed to push out before he could stop himself. “I built it so there would be something for you when you returned. Something . . . new.” Something that was not weighted down with the past. With what had been lost. Their child. Their future. Sorrow came like a blow and she closed her eyes, letting it wash over here before she took a deep breath and looked up at the magnificent dome, hundreds of black squares of glass reflecting her. Turning her into starlight.
