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I know. I was talking about your second father.

He died in a car accident.

Yes. I read the report.

And you think my mother and I lied.

I told you, I don't care any more.

Why? You said you were an investigator.

It was. I think I just quit. Did you like your second father?

Her lips buzz as she exhales deeply; he cannot tell if she is amused by the question or holding back a flood of tears.

He was my father for a few years. I didn't see him most of the time. He didn't like being with my mom too much.

I know. Sounds like he just wanted to get away.

I want to get away.

We don't have to go to Hsientien,
he says.

Where to, then?

How far to Kenting?