Joaquim didn’t respond.
He simply waited.
The auctioneer looked relieved.
“Sold.”
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# The Walk to the Farm
The journey from the square to Santo António was quiet.
Joaquim rode ahead.
Benedita followed.
Neither spoke.
For hours, she had been expecting the next humiliation.
She had learned not to trust promises.
Every new owner had probably arrived with words.
Work harder.
Obey.
Don’t resist.
Don’t speak.
Don’t look up.