I sat beside him, unsure of what to do or say. “Do you remember your name?” I asked softly.
He shook his head. “Other dad calls me Little Star.”
“Little Star,” I repeated, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through me. There was something unsettlingly ethereal about it, something that made me question the reality of the situation.
I decided to try another approach. “Little Star, do you remember what the movie was about?”
His face brightened for a moment. “Spaceships and stars and a big, big moon.”
