Taylor sat on the swing outside. Her foot barely touched the ground, but it was enough to give her a small push as she stared up at the sky. She swore she’d stay there all night if that was what it took.
“What are you searching for, Taylor?” Scout asked, coming to sit on the bench that wrapped around the tree.
“A falling star,” she replied, not looking at him for fear of missing it.
Scout turned on the seat so that he could see the stars. Taylor could hear the confusion in his voice. A sad smile curved her lips when he finally looked back at her.
“I’m afraid I do not understand how a star can fall,” he finally admitted.
“They don’t really,” Taylor replied in a soft voice. “We call meteors falling stars back home. If you see one, you are supposed to wish upon them and if you are lucky,
