The ceiling in Violet’s room had little plastic stars that glowed in the dark. Her mother had put them there in an effort to show her how the real night sky would look like without Capital City’s excessive electric pollution.

This room’s ceiling is just white. The plastic stars are not needed here. But she misses them when, half asleep, their absence reminds her she is not home anymore.

That she is in someone else’s house now.

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