Night had fallen on the Geovane farm. The fields were bathed in silver light, and the three teenagers had sneaked out of their dormitories and climbed a nearby hill. Jessy carried a hurricane lamp, Alex a bag of groceries stolen from the kitchen, and Luva kept a notebook that she never left.

  They sat on the grass, the night wind playing with their hair. Jessy was looking at the stars, hands behind her head.

  —So, Alex, what's your new plan to leave this place? he demanded, mocking but curious.

  Alex shrugged.

  — I'm still thinking. Maybe we could work like cowboys? Or become bounty hunters? It pays well, right?

  — Bounty hunters? And you ? You would be afraid of your shadow, Jessy sneered.

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  —And you are a model of courage, perhaps? Alex replied with a laugh.

  Luva, who was observing the sky, cut off their exchange.

  — Do you think there are answers up there?

  Jessy and Alex fell silent, intrigued by the question.

  —Answers to what? Jessy asked, standing up.

  Luva turns towards them, his notebook on his lap.

  — To our lives. Why is it there. Why do we have to live on a farm instead of being with normal families.

  Silence settles. Jessy, usually so confident, seemed hesitant.

  “Maybe it’s not important,” he said finally. Maybe we just have to make our way, no matter what.

  Alex nodded.

  — Jessy a reason. It doesn't matter what's up there. What matters is what we do here.

  Luva smiles weakly and returns to her notebook, scribbling a few lines under the moonlight.

  That night, under the stars, they made a silent promise to each other. They didn't yet know how or when, but they left this farm to make their own way.