And Finn was still thinking about it, even as she followed in her mother’s footsteps. She knew she couldn’t make a decision one way or another until she looked her mom in the eye. It was the only way she would know for sure where she truly belonged.

And then there was Zadie. She would be hurt the most by all of this, Finn thought. She looked over her shoulder at the tent where her sister was sleeping. There was no reason her sister needed to know. Not yet.

Finn switched her phone to silent and slid it back into her pocket. She didn’t need any more distractions. Instead, she decided to explore the rest of the campground. After all, her mom could have stayed at any one of these campsites. If she was lucky, she’d get back before Zadie even woke up.

The camp was long and winding and appeared to follow the curves of a gurgling creek Finn glimpsed through a tangle of juniper trees. Almost immediately, she came upon a picnic area, a tiny mini golf course, and a cactus garden. They were empty aside from a picnicking couple who were tossing chunks of watermelon rind to their large dog.

If Mom was here right now, where would she go? Finn wondered. She walked over to the cactus garden and sat on the wooden bench in its center. The garden was full of memories, mostly happy ones—proposals, first kisses, enjoying a really good sandwich—but none of them stood out to her. None of them were Nora’s.

She left the garden and continued down the rows of campsites. Each of them had a decorative wooden sign posted out front with the name of a constellation. As the woman at the front desk had explained, the one they were staying at was Perseus. Their neighbors’ was Sagittarius. She passed a Taurus, Draco, and Scorpio.

Aries … Her mom was an Aries. If she had checked in here, the lady at the front desk probably would have assigned her that site if it was available.

Finn was jogging now, reading signs as she passed: Cancer, Cygnus, Lyra, Pisces …

Aries.

She stopped in front of a sign with a painted ram on it. It was her lucky day. The campsite was vacant.

Finn made her way over to the fire ring. Several charred logs sat inside, along with a few glass bottles. She picked the bottles out of the ash, walked them over to the recycling bin, then surveyed her surroundings. The site was identical to the one she and Zadie were in, except that it was by the creek and thus more shaded. There was a picnic table, too. She sat down on its bench, then listened to the creek bubble and tried to imagine her mom doing the same. But the only memories that visited Finn belonged to other moms, other families. Hers was silent.