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Samira wrote: I will teach her. And then she will teach you. That is how community works.

The Greyhound bus dropped him at the Mabel Creek gas station. The air smelled of wet hay and diesel. He walked the half-mile to the farm, each step a small rebellion against the past.

Eleanor was on the porch, shelling peas. She looked up. Her hands stopped moving.

That evening, they sat on the porch. Eleanor showed him a photo album—not the one with his baby pictures, but an old one of his father, a quiet man who'd died when Leo was twelve. "He would have liked you," she said. "He always said you had a lion's heart."

Later that night, Leo texted The Haven group chat. Coming back next week. Bringing my mom for the Trans Day of Visibility potluck. She wants to learn how to make Samira's chai.

Something blue. Something brave. Something his.

Eleanor walked past him, grabbed the scarecrow by its wooden post, and with a grunt, dragged it toward the burn pile behind the barn.