She looked up, at the diamonds dropped so carelessly, and yet with so much care, onto the blue-black velvet that was the sky. From the door of the conservatory, Matt watched her with a fond look on his face, remembering days when he had done just this, as a child. She was so like him, but so different at the same time.
Anna was one of a kind.
As he watched her, and she watched the stars,, with tears trickling down her pale cheeks, he thought he heard her whisper.
“Thank you,” she said. “For this, and for everything else too.” She was silent and Matt wondered if she was asleep, but then she said one more thing.
“You are an awesome God.”