Dally POV
The observatory sat at the highest point on the estate.
I'd passed it a thousand times growing up.
Mowed around it. Cleared branches after storms. Fixed the path leading up to it every spring.
Never once had I been inside.
Mr. Ashwood always kept it locked.
Now, just after sunrise, the four of us stood beneath the domed ceiling while pale morning light spilled through the glass overhead.
The place even smelled old, like dust and cold metal. An enormous brass telescope pointed toward the open slit in the dome. Old star charts covered the walls.
Lily checked her watch. "Six-oh-three."
Nothing happened.
Gunnar crossed his arms. "If this old man dragged us up here before sunrise for nothing, I'm going back to bed."
"Qué llorón," I mumbled.
Lily hid a smile.
Ayla looked e
