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She arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, stepping off the Greyhound at the junction of the Bruce Highway and a gravel road that led nowhere except to him. She wore a linen dress and sunglasses that cost more than his first tractor. Behind her, the cane fields stretched like a green ocean, already beginning to gold at the edges.

“How’s the farm?” she asked.

Mira looked at him. She had learned to read silences in courtrooms, but her father’s silence was older and more complex. She did not push. april in australia