After the TV turned off, Eva was thoughtful and quiet, while the others chattered like birds. She slid open the glass door and stepped into bright sky, her eldest brother a shadow behind her. 

“Evie?”

“How come I didn’t see him?” She wore the ache in her heart like a beacon. “Grandpa’s watching me from the moon, said he would always.”

Suddenly leaning against his side, she twisted a fist against tears.

“Ah, that’s because rocket scientists don’t know everything.”

“No?”

“It’s the wrong frequency, you see. Rocket fuel can’t go the speed of love.”

Eva smiled faintly again. “Lovespeed.”