“When you look at the stars, what do you see?” “Impossible possibilities,” I answered in a whisper. “Movement and stillness, incomprehensible vastness. Infinity.” Something flashed in his eyes, something that might have been wonder, and he held my face like I was the most precious thing in the world. “That’s what you become when you look at them. You find peace up there.” “Yes.” I barely made a sound when I spoke, but he heard me. Or felt it in the moment between us. I nodded slowly. “No one has ever understood that, but you.”
