
Chapter Forty One
The Calder Freeway passed within 200 meters of my parent’s house. Technically, I was breaking the conditions of the restraining order, but eight months’ ago seemed like a different time. I was a different person.
It’s always colder out of the city. Apparently, the buildings hold the warmth. Out here in the country, everything’s flat. Acres and acres of land with the occasional tree and stands of prefab houses – new suburbs cropped up like toadstools. The Digger’s Rest pub stood beside the Old Calder Highway, which ran parallel to the freeway.
“How far we going?” I asked Sil.
“Gisborne. Another twenty.”
Daisy’s outline was visible in the rear view. A canvas tarp was tied over her cage to keep the wind out. Continue reading →
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