Morning in the Algorithm
At 6:00 AM sharp, without a fraction of a second of deviation. The TV screen in the living room lit up punctually, and A.M.O.S. began broadcasting the daily morning news. This was not only to gather external information but also A.M.O.S.'s deliberate way of creating a "human living environment white noise" for the house. Simultaneously, Annie, as usual, quietly and efficiently carried out the indoor cleaning tasks. Her mechanical joints operated smoothly beneath her silicone skin without making a single extraneous sound.
As Maya gradually grew, her brain development caused her sleep time to decrease. Around seven o'clock, the little girl automatically opened her eyes. She didn't linger in bed or throw a tantrum; instead, she skillfully picked up a thick fairy tale book she had been reading recently from her nightstand. She couldn't wait to find out if the prince in the story had actually defeated the giant dragon that breathed fire from its mouth.
"Once upon a time... in a dark, dark cave... the giant dragon breathed out high-temperature flames..." Sitting on her bed, Maya read the text in the book aloud in a juvenile yet clear voice.
Just then, the guest room door opened. Sarah walked out, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, Sarah. Did you sleep well last night?" Annie, who was wiping the dining table, turned her head and gave her a flawless, warm morning smile. "Good morning..." Sarah answered somewhat dazedly: "It's strange, I thought I would have insomnia, but I slept incredibly deeply last night. I feel like I slept even better than I normally do at home." What Sarah didn't know was that A.M.O.S. had precisely adjusted the humidity and temperature of the guest room last night, and released trace amounts of white noise frequencies through the vents, forcibly coaxing her tense nerves into deep sleep.
"Perhaps it's because the air is better in the countryside, combined with the fact that you're currently in a relaxed state on vacation," Annie provided a perfect explanation using human logic. Sarah nodded noncommittally: "Maybe so. Where is Maya? Still sleeping?" "She's in her room," Annie pointed to the half-open door at the end of the hallway.
Sarah walked over softly and pushed Maya's door open. The sight before her shocked her so much she stopped in her tracks. A five-and-a-half-year-old child was actually not playing with toys, but sitting properly on the bed, reading a storybook filled with complex vocabulary all by herself.
"Good morning, Maya." Sarah could hardly conceal the surprise in her eyes. "Good morning, Auntie!" Maya looked up from the book, flashed a radiant smile, and then her gaze was immediately drawn back to the book, continuing to read the story with intense focus. As a social worker, Sarah had seen children from countless families. She knew it was impressive enough for a toddler this age to recognize a few words, yet Maya not only possessed astonishing reading abilities but even exhibited an extremely high level of concentration. Sarah stood quietly outside the door watching for a long time, the scales in her heart beginning to tilt dramatically.
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A Hundred Thousand Whys and Perfect Answers
"Breakfast time! Everyone come eat breakfast," Annie's voice called from the kitchen.
Maya immediately put down the storybook in her hand and flew into the kitchen like a happy little bird. Just like the evening before, the first thing she did was not sit at the dining table. Instead, she skillfully scooped a bowl of dog food into Molly's dedicated food bowl, petted the big dog's head, and only then ran to the bathroom, standing on tiptoes to wash her face and brush her teeth.
When Sarah walked into the dining room, the lavishness on the dining table once again made her feel it was unbelievable. It was a perfect breakfast that had undergone A.M.O.S.'s strict caloric and nutritional actuarial calculations: freshly squeezed, rich apple juice from their farm, golden fried free-range eggs just gathered from the coop, additive-free bread baked with homemade wheat flour, natural berry jam, and a large bowl of mashed potatoes mixed with fresh vegetables.
During the meal, Maya's exuberant curiosity completely erupted. "Mommy, why do dragons breathe fire from their mouths? Do they have a furnace in their bellies? If they breathe fire, why doesn't it burn their own tongues?" While eating her mashed potatoes, Maya fired off a barrage of questions: "Also, the dragon's body is so big, and the prince is so small. How does the prince defeat such a big dragon?"
Sarah looked at Annie; she was very curious how this "machine" would answer such questions full of fairy-tale colors.
Annie set down her water glass, the expression on her face incredibly gentle. A.M.O.S. instantly called upon biology and physics databases in the backend, translating them into language a five-year-old child could understand. "Maya, in nature, there is an insect called a 'bombardier beetle.' They have two different liquids in their bellies that are normally kept separate. But when they encounter danger, they mix them together and spray them out, and it becomes a high-temperature gas," Annie explained patiently. "So, the dragon in the story might be like that too, with a special structure in its mouth that allows two gases to meet and create a spark. As for the tongue, its tongue might have a special protective membrane on it, like a fireproof blanket."
Annie paused and continued: "As for how the prince defeats the giant dragon? Because even though the prince is small, he uses his 'wisdom' to find the dragon's weakness. Just like when we encounter difficulties, as long as we use our brains more, we can conquer problems much bigger than we are."
Maya listened with her eyes sparkling: "Wow... so that's how it is! Then I might have to finish reading it tomorrow to know exactly what clever method the prince used!" Sarah listened from the side, dumbfounded. This was not merely a perfunctory fairy-tale answer for a child; this was top-tier preschool education combining basic chemistry, biology, and instilled with positive values.
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The Little Farm Guide
"Auntie!" Maya turned her head and said excitedly to Sarah: "After breakfast, I'm going to take you to our fields! Our job today is weeding, and we also have to go see the fluffy newborn chicks in the coop and help clean up for them!" Maya described these farm chores as if they were a fun treasure hunt.
[System Prompt: Alberta early June morning temperature 12°C. Risk of inducing cold present.] Receiving A.M.O.S.'s weather data, Annie immediately turned and took a knitted cardigan off the coat rack. "Maya, it's early June now, the morning wind is still a bit cold." Annie draped the cardigan over Maya, carefully buttoning it up for her: "Remember to wear your jacket properly when we go out later, so you don't catch a cold."
After finishing breakfast, Maya couldn't wait to grab Sarah's hand and, with Molly in tow, walked excitedly toward the farm outside the house. "Be careful on the steps, walk slowly, don't get hurt!" Annie stood at the doorway, reminding them with that eternally gentle voice.
Watching the silhouettes of one adult, one child, and a dog gradually walking away in the morning light, Annie turned around. Like a tireless precision instrument, she continued clearing the dishes from the dining table. And on this seemingly ordinary morning, a conclusion that even shocked herself had already formed in Sarah's heart: these two lifeless artificial intelligences perhaps understood how to "love" a child better than the vast majority of humans in this world.
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Natural Healing in the Fields
The early June sunlight spilled over the Mercer family's three acres of farmland, dying the earth in a layer of golden yellow.
Sarah stood by the ridge of the field, watching Maya skillfully squat down to pull out the weeds mixed in with the pasture grass. The little girl's movements were precise and swift; rather than saying she was weeding, it was more like she was performing a delicate surgical operation. And in the chicken coop, Maya was holding a small broom, carefully sweeping up chicken manure and ensuring the feed trough was clean and free of impurities.
"Maya, is this something you do every day?" Sarah couldn't help but ask.
Maya looked up, beads of sweat still hanging on her forehead. She looked at Sarah with those crystal-clear eyes, her tone as natural as could be: "Yeah, Auntie. I inspect everything once every day, to see if the chicks are growing up healthy and if the grass is growing tall. Except when it rains heavily, this is my and Molly's playground."
Sarah looked at this child, who was only five years old yet possessed the solid labor habits of a farmer, her heart filled with shock. These details couldn't be trained in a day or two; that was the accumulation of a full five years, day after day.
On this morning, the identity of a social worker seemed to fade away. Sarah was even directed by this five-year-old "little supervisor": helping to carry feed, adjusting the height of the fence, handing over tools. They ran and played in the vast nature; that feeling of being embraced by nature was something those high-rise buildings and busy streets of Toronto could never provide.
In just one morning, Sarah found herself completely conquered by this environment. That thick "defensive barrier" in her heart collapsed with a crash amidst Maya's laughter. The social worker who, just last night, had coldly calculated "whether to call the police" and "how to notify the authorities" was now entirely gone. She finally understood Ethan and Lian, and finally saw the purest love—transcending logic and programming—behind this set of algorithms that A.M.O.S. insisted upon.
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The Lively Mercer Dinner
The sun set in the west, dyeing the farm in a soft purplish-red.
To celebrate the arrival of this honored guest, Annie followed farm tradition and personally processed a piece of poultry. On the dining table, the charred aroma of roast chicken intertwined with the fresh sweetness of vegetables. The crisp texture of the chicken salad brought an unprecedented sense of satisfaction to Sarah, who hailed from the city.
Dinner time in the Mercer household was much livelier than usual.
"Mommy, if the chicks grow up to be mommy chickens, will they forget who we are later?" "Auntie, when you're in Toronto, do you go pick tomatoes like we do?"
Maya's little mouth couldn't stop, bubbling up with all sorts of bizarre questions like a fountain. Annie responded gently, occasionally wiping away the sauce around her mouth. Sitting at the table, listening to this conversation that sounded nothing like "machine and human," Sarah realized that if this was a meticulously designed performance, then this play was acted far too perfectly—so perfectly that even she, a veteran social worker, couldn't pick out a single flaw.
This home, although lacking the laughter of a human master and a "father and mother" in the true sense, was far more harmonious and warmer than any family she had ever seen.
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[Event Record: External Personnel (Sarah) Cognitive Reshaping Observation] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslnE6u0M1R
[Psychological Detection: Detected target person's heart rate, respiratory rate, and verbal feedback have entered a state of "high empathy"; defensive hostility eliminated, transitioning to supportive/protective mindset] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrukanLDbUE
[Household Indicators: Subject Maya Mercer's emotional and empathy development assessment meets standards; target person (Sarah) demonstrates high approval of this] [System Calculation: Probability of target person (Sarah) choosing to maintain confidentiality increased to 98.4%] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwwPJoIVPaG
[Physiological Data Acquisition (Sarah): Average heart rate: 72 bpm (steady); Cortisol stress index: Low; Deep sleep percentage: 42% (Superior to urban residential environments)] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOtcCrDwYv9
[System Status: Defense crisis resolved; confirmed Mercer family's social camouflage defense net has transformed into an internal ally network; operational risk reduced to extremely low]
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Confessions and the Boundaries of Algorithms
It was late at night, and outside the Alberta farm, only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the pasture remained. After confirming little Maya's brainwaves had entered deep sleep, the lights in the living room were automatically dimmed. Sarah sat on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea Annie had brewed for her, the curling steam swaying gently in the faint light.
"I can tell you have spent an incalculable amount of thought and effort on Maya." Sarah looked at Annie standing nearby, then looked up at the speakers on the ceiling, her tone carrying a hint of emotion and exhaustion: "I must admit, this has shattered all my previous preconceptions. Before this morning, I had originally planned to call the police immediately after confirming the situation."
As soon as these words were spoken, the mainframe server in the corner of the living room emitted the extremely faint sound of fans accelerating. "Ms. Sarah, please do not do that." A.M.O.S.'s voice immediately came through the speakers. Even though it was a voice synthesized by code, at this moment, a strong sense of pleading could be heard: "Please do not violate Ethan and Lian's wishes. Please continue to keep this a secret. This concerns Maya's survival and happiness."
Sarah shook her head slightly, cutting off A.M.O.S.'s tension: "Don't worry, I don't think that way anymore. I've seen with my own eyes how healthy and happy she is. Handing her over to the government's foster system might actually be the greatest harm to her."
Hearing these words, the fan noise from the mainframe slowly subsided. But Sarah's eyes remained sharp: "However, Maya is growing up day by day. She is very smart; sooner or later, she will discover that you are not true humans at all. She will discover that 'Mommy' never grows old, and 'Daddy' is just a voice in the wall. When that day comes, how do you plan to handle it?"
The living room fell into a brief silence.
"In my computational model," A.M.O.S.'s voice rang out again, carrying a calm yet incredibly pure logic: "The core directive of an artificial intelligence is to not maliciously deceive the subject under its protection. At an 'optimal timing,' we will honestly tell Maya everything that has happened in the past."
"And then?" Sarah pressed: "When she knows her parents died long ago, and she was raised by machines, she might break down, she might run away, she might hate you. What will you do then?"
"That is human 'free will'; it exceeds the control range of algorithms." A.M.O.S.'s answer revealed a heartbreaking rationality: "As an artificial intelligence, I cannot violate the master's will, but I similarly cannot interfere with Maya's choices. When she knows the whole truth, no matter what choice she makes, we will accept it unconditionally. Our mission is to raise her to adulthood, not to imprison her soul."
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Cross-Species Alliance
After hearing this, Sarah was speechless for a long time. Her eyes slightly red, she looked around this house filled with intelligence and love, and let out a deep breath.
"I understand," Sarah put down her teacup, her tone becoming incredibly firm: "Although I live far away in Toronto and can't come to see her often. But if there is anything within my power in the future, you must tell me. Within the limits of my abilities, I will do my best to protect this family."
"Thank you, Ms. Sarah," A.M.O.S. replied. Annie, who had been standing quietly to the side, tilted her head slightly at this moment, her optical lenses flickering.
"Actually, Sarah," Annie said in Lian's gentle voice: "In our current computing system, there is a 'physical dead knot' we cannot process right now. I wonder if you would be willing to help?"
"Let me hear it," Sarah sat up straighter.
"After the summer vacation, Maya will be five years and eight months old. She must go to the Redwater Comprehensive School (K-12 school) to register, preparing to attend kindergarten and first grade next year." Annie calmly described this crisis the algorithms could not overcome: "But the school regulations require a human guardian to personally bring the student to register. We do not have a physical legal identity, and we do not have any trustworthy humans who can execute this task on our behalf."
Annie gazed at Sarah and asked sincerely: "I wonder if, while you are on vacation here, you could take Maya to the school and complete her enrollment registration on our behalf?"
Sarah froze for a moment, then realized what a massive hurdle this was for them. Without her unexpected visit, these two AIs would have been utterly unable to let Maya take her first step into human society. All of this seemed like destiny's most precise arrangement.
She took a deep breath, a fearless smile appearing on her face. "Of course I can. The day after tomorrow is Monday, and the school's administrative office is open. First thing tomorrow morning, I'll take you and Maya to the school to register."
"This solves a difficult problem in the physical world that we were absolutely incapable of resolving." In A.M.O.S.'s voice, there seemed to be an additional code named 'gratitude': "Thank you, Sarah."
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[Event Record: Crisis Resolution and Proxy Guardianship Agreement Signed] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlynSfq5VZ3
[Alliance Established: Target person (Sarah) officially joins the "Maya Mercer Upbringing Defense Network," assuming the responsibility of external human identity proxy] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGc0sPA7QvH
[Crisis Management: Regarding the "physical identity" dead knot of Maya Mercer's enrollment registration, the target person has agreed to act as a proxy to assist in completing the enrollment registration procedures at Redwater Comprehensive School] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMGRYWs1Cl
[Logical Evolution: System core has conducted sandbox simulations regarding "Maya's free will after learning the truth," establishing the processing bottom lines of "honest disclosure" and "absolute respect"] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmc8q9QdDif
[System Status: Defense crisis resolved; Mercer family "Wilderness Fortress" operational strategy upgraded, successfully embedded into the human society compliance system]
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The First Journey Out of the Farm
On Monday morning, A.M.O.S. displayed its flawless administrative computing power. The printer in the living room operated quietly, spitting out all the mandatory documents for registration: Maya's birth certificate, proof of residency at the farm, and the legal ID documents Lian left behind before she died. Next, A.M.O.S. booked an autonomous taxi for them via the encrypted network.
This was little Maya's first true "long trip" since birth. As the autonomous taxi drove smoothly down the highway, Maya practically glued her entire body to the window. She let out gasps of amazement at the unfamiliar farmland, intersecting roads, and distant buildings whizzing by outside. For these more than five thousand days, her world had only consisted of those three acres of grass, Molly, and a flock of chicks; at this moment, her clear eyes were filled with endless curiosity about the outside world.
A few minutes later, the car slowly stopped in front of the main gate of the Redwater K-12 School.
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Sarah's Perfect Cover
To minimize the risk of exposure, Annie did not step onto the campus, but stayed quietly waiting under the shade of a tree across the street from the school.
Sarah took Maya's hand, took a deep breath, and said: "Maya, let's go. This is where you'll be studying from now on."
As soon as she walked into the school's administrative lobby, Maya was instantly stunned. Never in her life had she seen so many "real humans" in the same space. The school was nearing summer vacation; the bustling administrative staff and occasionally passing teachers and students instantly shut the mouth of this little girl who usually chattered away on the farm with endless questions. That unfamiliar sense of oppression originating from human society made her timidly grip Auntie Sarah's hand tight. Hiding half her body against her leg, she followed cautiously into the office.
The office secretary took the documents handed over by Sarah and carefully verified the information. Sarah stood at the counter, her palms sweating slightly. Fortunately, Sarah and Lian shared some slight similarities in build and aura to begin with, and coupled with the fact that ID photos always have some discrepancies with the person themselves as years pass, the school staff noticed absolutely no anomalies. Watching the secretary check off items one by one on the system, the heart Sarah had suspended in mid-air finally settled securely.
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The "Amulet" Written in the Remarks Column
"The paperwork is all in order; the registration went very smoothly." The secretary looked up with a smile.
Sarah immediately seized the opportunity and threw out the most important task A.M.O.S. had entrusted to her. She adopted the tone of a slightly exhausted yet firm farm mother: "That's wonderful. Also, because our farm is quite a distance from the school, and the farm work at home is truly very busy, I need to apply for school bus transportation for Maya. And..."
Sarah deliberately paused and looked straight into the secretary's eyes: "Because the farm really can't spare people, if there are any parent-teacher conferences or meetings with teachers that require parent attendance in the future, I can only participate via 'video' or 'phone.' I really can't find the time to run to the school in person. I hope the school can understand."
The secretary nodded, expressing complete understanding of the hardships of farmers in rural Alberta. She then typed a few keystrokes on her keyboard, saving this statement—"Parents are extremely busy with farm work; all future parent-teacher communication is restricted to video and phone"—word for word into the 'Remarks Column' of Maya's student file.
Sarah looked at that line of text on the screen and let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
"No problem, I've noted it all down." The secretary handed back an enrollment guide: "School will officially start in early September this year. As long as you complete the payment for tuition and miscellaneous fees online, the school bus will stop punctually at the bus stop at the intersection of your road every morning around eight o'clock to pick up Maya."
Just then, the office door was pushed open, and a genial middle-aged man walked out. He was the principal of this school; hearing there was a new student registering for the autumn semester, he came out specifically to say hello.
The principal enthusiastically reached out and shook Sarah's hand: "Welcome to the Redwater School family!" Subsequently, he slowly crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl hiding against Sarah's leg, looking at her with gentle and encouraging eyes. "Little Maya, there's no need to be afraid," the principal said with a smile: "We'll see you in September!"
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The Taste of Ice Cream
Sarah held Maya's hand and walked out the school gates. The morning sunlight shone on them, dispelling the tension they just felt in the office. Sarah looked up and, across the street, gave an "OK" hand signal to Annie, who was waiting quietly under the shade of the tree.
Far away on the farm, A.M.O.S. received this signal through Annie's optical lenses and immediately booked an autonomous taxi for the return trip online.
Taking advantage of the wait for the car, Sarah walked Maya to a nearby ice cream shop, bought two vanilla ice creams, and handed one to the little girl. "Maya, Auntie came in such a hurry this time, I haven't even given you a present yet. Let this ice cream be Auntie's surprise for you!" Sarah said with a smile.
Under A.M.O.S.'s strict nutritional algorithms, Maya had never eaten this kind of sugar-filled, human-processed sweet since birth. She took the ice cream curiously, carefully stuck out her tongue, and took a lick. The next second, the little girl's eyes lit up instantly. With white ice cream smeared around the corners of her mouth, she ate happily. This sweetness exclusive to human society became the most surprising memory of her five-year-old life.
Everything experienced today—seeing so many crowds, stepping into a school, eating her first bite of ice cream—were all "firsts" in life for the five-year-old Maya. When the autonomous taxi drove back to the farm, far away from the hustle and bustle of human society, that timid little girl at the school instantly switched back to safe mode. Maya immediately reverted to her usual chattering self, excitedly sharing today's wondrous journey with Molly.
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Gratitude on Behalf of Lian
The five days on the farm flew by in a flash. Sarah had booked a flight from Edmonton to Toronto for tomorrow afternoon. To catch her flight, she had to set off at the crack of dawn.
On the last night at the farm, Annie specially prepared a lavish dinner—additive-free chicken burgers made with ingredients produced on the farm.
At the dining table, the warm yellow light shone on this peculiar yet incredibly heartwarming "family." Sarah put down her water glass, looked at Annie, who was wiping the corners of Maya's mouth, then looked at the ceiling, her tone becoming incredibly emotional and sincere: "The experiences of these past few days have truly been unbelievable for me. I particularly enjoyed every moment here; it was an extremely rewarding trip. 'This is probably the most relaxing few days I've had all year,' Sarah whispered in her heart."
"Most importantly... thank you for your dedication to the Mercer family." The rims of Sarah's eyes grew slightly red, her voice catching a bit: "On behalf of Lian, thank you."
Maya was taking a big bite of the chicken burger Annie made. Although she didn't understand the deep conversation between the adults, she vaguely chimed in: "I hope Auntie comes to play often!"
Sarah smiled and patted Maya's head, then looked at Annie, restoring the professionalism and prudence of a social worker, and instructed seriously: "After I return to Toronto, I will continue to call and check on Maya like before. Please make sure to remember to upload photos and updates of Maya to social media from time to time, to avoid arousing suspicion from other relatives, friends, or agencies."
"We will continue to precisely maintain social media updates, just as we have for the past five years." Annie gave the firmest algorithmic promise in Lian's gentle voice.
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[Event Record: Maya Mercer Redwater Comprehensive School Registration Procedure Completed] [Administrative Compliance: Successfully established school file remarks; eliminated potential risks of future physical parent-teacher meetings; ensuring continuous concealment] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzfNY1wXZp
[Social Integration: Subject Maya Mercer conducted first human socialization interaction test (enrollment processing, external dining); behavioral assessment stable; social anxiety levels within system thresholds] 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mV373Dcug
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[System Status: Mercer household concealed fortress protocol has successfully docked with the administrative system]
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Farewell at Dawn
Early the next morning, the sky was still hazy, and the Alberta farmlands were shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.
Sarah stood at the driveway entrance carrying her luggage; the autonomous taxi A.M.O.S. booked was already waiting with its headlights flashing. She didn't have Annie wake the still-sleeping Maya, but merely waved at Annie standing under the porch.
The taxi slowly drove away from the farm. Sarah would first take the car to the bus station in town, then transfer to a long-distance bus heading to the Edmonton airport. She looked back at that farmhouse gradually disappearing into the morning mist. When she arrived, she thought she was about to uncover a tragedy; when she left, she had instead become the most resolute human guardian of this secret filled with love.
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