Chapter 28

“Do you worry that even if your biology refutes your dreams that you will have to give them up?”

“Yes,” Hazel said in a rush of breath. “That’s exactly it.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t?” Hazel asked again, still unsure. “So he is a fisherman?”

“It doesn’t matter what he did. It matters what you do. Your life is yours, and as much as you think that I speak about fate and things being set in the stars, utterly determined, we make our own future at the end of the day.”

“Really?” Hazel said, still not quite believing. “So even if I’m not actually a Virgo—”

“Oh, you are. You’re also a Leo moon and a Sagittarius rising, both of which needed your accurate birth time to get on a natal chart. I was there, Hazel, so I know.”

“But you’re not my mother?” When Trixie didn’t answer for some time, even glance in the bathroom mirror, Hazel added, “biologically speaking. I know you’re my mom.”