As I waited for Jonathan, the cold brush of nature hammering around me, there was a moment of disconnection. The world slipped away through the cracks in reality, and I was left with a tiredness that felt eerily similar to sadness.

But that was the thing with hope, wasn't it? When you threw your faith behind it like a blind man chasing a sunset, there wasn't always room for disappointment — you'd always knew deep down you were never going to see that sunset.

Little Moon's was a shot in the dark. It had been one check-list box above desperation. But let's be real, there had been no part of...