Somebody Else's Sky (Something in the Way, #2)

by Jessica Hawkins

“That crème brûlée shit doesn’t cut it.” She liked mint chocolate chip when she was about to get her period, cookies ’n’ cream when she had cramps. “I’m thinking cookies ’n’ cream.”

Manning had once told me you couldn’t move the stars. I’d thought that meant our love was predestined, written in the night sky, sure as death. Behind my lids, I pictured the two stars and realized for the first time the permanent distance between them. And I accepted that there was, and always had been, a third star. You can’t move the stars. I had tried, and I had failed.