I got my DNA test results. I have learned a lot about where my ancestors came from, and someday, when I’m ready, I’ll register to find my biological family. I talked to my parents about all this, and they are both being incredibly supportive — even my dad, who has taken to calling me the Viking since learning of my Scandinavian genes. I wanted you to know because none of this would have happened without you. I am more grateful to you than I can say — for that, and for so many other things.

Attached you will find the moments in Starworld I loved most — the ones that made me laugh, the ones that taught me what I most needed to learn, the ones that made my heart sing. I will always treasure Starworld, and the ways you made it bespoke for me. Thank you for giving me the fairy tale I never knew I always needed.

I can’t say I understand life’s random twists and turns, or what meaning to ascribe to them, if any, but I will always be thankful for the detour that brought you to me. You will always have a place in my heart.

*hopes the stars hold brilliant things for you*

Love,

Zoe

I read the message over twice, then I click send.

As the words message sent appear on the screen, my heart aches with regret. Regret that it ended as it did. Regret at the pain I caused someone I love. Regret at the loss of a friendship more precious than a dragon’s lair filled with gold and jewels.

But I know it is time to let go.

I close my computer.

Goodbye, Sam.

Sam

The late March weather in London is a lot like Portland: wet and chilly in a way that sinks into my bones. But that’s the only thing that’s the same. Sometimes I still can’t help gawking at the funny-looking cabs or the historic buildings that line every street, and while back home I prided myself on my ability to get around on the MAX, at first I got lost on the Tube nearly every time my dad sent me on an errand.

After some epic meltdowns and frantic calls to my dad the first few times it happened, now I make a point to stop and look around when I end up in the wrong place. I have my phone, I can navigate home, and chances are that whatever area of town I popped up in is fascinating in a way I never expected.

It’s how I ended up in a random alley near Hyde Park pressed against the wall, wide-eyed as a bunch of horses clopped by with cheerful helmeted riders.