"My dad took me out once, just the two of us. Few years from now, when I'm eight," Juliet says wistfully, still staring up at the stars.

"Anyway. It was nine at night. I was in a Wonder Woman nightgown ad my dad loaded me into the car. I fell asleep and he drove a hundred miles to the best stargazing spot outside of Miami. He woke me up, and we laid out, just like this, eating cookies and drinking milk while he showed me every constellation. Taught me how to navigate in the dark."

She goes quiet for a second.

"Never would have thought his kid would need it on a tropical island, I bet." But it's a good memory, and there's a soft, sad smile on her lips, a soft glisten to her eyes.

"I fell asleep again on the way home and I woke up in my bed. All tucked in."