Zach carries me into the cottage through the back door that I’d left open when I marched out to meet him. In my bedroom, he lowers my feet to the floor and, kneeling, he takes off my boots. The light’s switched off but the window’s open and the moon’s strong. Somewhere up there, I have faith that tonight Orion has caught up with The Pleiades. At least tonight, he’s resting.
