She looked up at the stars. They were brighter here, away from the streetlights. The sky was almost cloudless, with only one long streak of thin cloud smudged across the blue-black. Beneath the heavens, she thought. This is where we are. Always, but especially here, with the heavens looking. She spoke to the stars silently. She said, “Can you still love me, after what I have done?” The stars were quiet, but they continued to shine.
