If they had stayed in Wilmington overnight, if the woman had mentioned her concerns to authorities, if she had decided to investigate further. But they…
A question that had no good answer, no clever deflection, no way out except the truth or a lie so desperate it could only end…
Their escape had been too spectacular, too audacious to remain unknown for long. Word was spreading through the south about the enslaved couple who had…

In March 2003, a woman in Silverton, New Mexico, opened her mailbox and found a letter with no return address. The postmark was smudged, but…
Both cases had gone cold with no evidence, no witnesses, no leads, and both had somehow managed to send notes saying the same thing. I’m…
[clears throat] She was trying to save both of them. Yes, she could have written, “Help me,” or “I’m alive. ” or given an address,…
She held completely still, posture relaxed, but distant, the way she had seen white men ignore those they considered beneath them. The man glanced at…
The name of Clare’s imaginary friend. The name only Karen would recognize. The name that would prove this was not coincidence. Karen stopped. Diane kept…
Karen stood up, looked at her daughter for the first time in 9 years. Lucy had grown, was no longer the three-year-old Karen remembered, was…
The train carved its way through the Georgia countryside, wheels clicking rhythmically against iron rails. Inside the first class car, warmth from the coal stove…


