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The train is heading to Ottawa.

I’m twenty-six years old. Beside me, my mother is reading a magazine to keep her mind off things. I like peering over her shoulder at the pictures of girls in dresses.

We have a mission in Ottawa, a city we don’t know. We are both looking forward to the end of the day, when we can wander and lose ourselves in neighbourhoods off the beaten path, the sort we love.

But my mother has had an idea. We are going to go see you. If you are still alive, you live in a tower near the Rideau Canal. That was the last place you sent word from.

We can’t call because you’ll tell us not to come.

We have to show up in person.

But I don’t know if I want to. I don’t love you.

I’m even a little afraid of you.

In the end, I preferred it when you didn’t exist.