Reesa’s father used to talk about the things the stars had seen—people falling in love, the world changing and growing, every cycle of life—and when he concluded, he'd proclaim there was no better way to reconnect with the fullness of living than to look to the skies.

“Come on,” Reesa said as she tugged Myko through the beech trees. She’d been scurrying around since their return to the estate, and it was all for this.

“I am, dolcezza. You’re not ...