Chapter 2
Kai
She stared out at the passing sight of vast, flat land as the bus motored down the highway. It seemed to go on and on, to the end of the world. She could imagine it suddenly dropping off the edge the way a tablecloth did, allowing some of the greens and browns to hang over the sides.
In the window she saw her father’s reflection. The man was seated beside her and reading a magazine he’d picked up at the bus terminal. He must have sensed her watching him and glanced up to give her a smile.
“We should be arriving in time,” he commented.
“I’m not concerned about that,” she admitted.
He closed his magazine and laid it in his lap. “I know why you’re concerned,” he gently said. “And you know I am equally concerned.”
“Circuses are dying,” she told him. Again. Probably for the
