The drawing covered most of the coffee table.
Liam had worked on it for two days, adding to it in stages — a planet here, a detail there, the rings around Saturn built up in careful overlapping arcs of yellow and orange and brown until they had the right depth to them.
He had labeled each planet in his careful block-letter printing, slightly uneven, full of conviction.
At the far left edge, nearly at the margin, he had drawn a small blue-green dot and written us beside it in letters barely larger than a grain of rice.
Leo sat cross-legged on the floor in front of it and studied it with the kind of attention that could not be faked.
Mia watched from the armchair. She had given up pretending she wasn't watching him. It was taking too much energy she didn't have to spare.
"Tell me abo
