“Not exactly.”
“What then?”
She lifted her head to look at him. “To come back here someday.”
He smiled. “The only problem is, I think we’re about fifteen yards off,” he said, pointing at the spot where they’d sat the last time, where he’d made a star appear in the unlikeliest of places. “I’m pretty sure the exact center of the world is just over there.”
“I don’t know,” she said, and he could see that she was smiling, too. “I think this might be it.”