“What matters now is what you do with the truth, not how devastated you look hearing it.”

I left him standing beside the model spacecraft and went to find my daughter.

PART 10: A Child Asks the Hardest Question

June was standing under a projected sky filled with moving stars.

Nora had one arm around her shoulders.

My daughter looked delighted with the constellations and deeply irritated that I had interrupted them.

“Mom, they make the Big Dipper move,” she said.

“That’s not how the sky works.”