Ursula attempted to straighten up the clutter on her table. “Make yourselves comfortable.” Zadie and Finn looked around for somewhere to sit, but the only other chair was being occupied by a wooden crate filled with piano keys.

“This place is awesome,” Finn said, looking up at the night sky through the windowpanes.

“Thanks. Obviously, it wasn’t original to the trailer. Nic built it for me three summers ago. Before that, I was storing all my music stuff in the front office.”

“Is Nic a six, too?”

Ursula shook her head. “I think that’s why she got so into astrology. She wants to understand that world, and why I can do what I do, so she can help me in some way. I joke about it, but I wouldn’t take that away from her.”

Finn knew the feeling. She would do anything—including studying astrology—if it brought her closer to understanding her mom. “So what do you do in here?”

“A lot of things, but mostly, it’s where I come to document star songs.”

Finn drifted over to one of the bookshelves stacked with plastic tubes and read the label of one of them out loud. “Eta Piscium. 1 H, 31 M, 29 … What do all these numbers mean?”

“They’re astronomical coordinates. You can open it. It’s just paper.”

Finn popped the top off the tube and slid out a roll of sheet music. She ran her fingers carefully along the handwritten notes. “This is a star?”

“Yes. I record as many of them as I can, so their songs don’t get lost.” There was a melancholy note in Ursula’s voice. “Obviously, there are too many stars to be able to do it for all of them, but if I can immortalize even a hundred, I’ll feel like I’ve done something worthwhile with my life.”

“That’s beautiful.” Finn gently rolled up the sheet music and placed it back in the tube. She turned back to Ursula and saw hesitation, like she had something to say but didn’t know how to begin. Finn spoke for her. “Our mom’s name wasn’t in the ledgers, was she?”

Ursula shook her head. “No Nora Wilder. It’s still possible she stayed here. Our records are a little spotty. I’m sorry. I really wanted to help.”

Finn could tell she was being sincere, so she smiled graciously despite the sinking feeling in her stomach. “It’s okay. Thanks for trying.”

“I hope you find her. I really do.” Then Ursula paused, thinking. “I know it’s not much of a consolation, but would you like to hear what they sound like tonight?” Ursula looked up through the glass ceiling at the stars.

“Sure.” Finn smiled meekly. She would have preferred to be alone at that moment, but didn’t want to insult their host, especially when she had taken the time to dig through old records for them.