Charleston was the beating heart of the slave trade, a place where fortunes were made at auction blocks and where the machinery of bondage operated…
Passengers disembarking, porters hauling luggage, vendors calling out offers of food and newspapers. Richmond was larger than Savannah, busier than Charleston, and infinitely more dangerous.…
I didn’t think Ellen began, then stopped. Every word was quicksand. He’s been with my family for years. I was traveling for my health. I…
Their former enslavers in Georgia had never stopped searching for them, and now the law was entirely on their side. The hunters came in October.…

In 2007, a woman walking through downtown Milbrook, New York, heard a stranger say a name that stopped her in her tracks. The name belonged…
Outside, through the small cabin window, the Georgia coastline slipped past, marshes and islands and the mouth of the Savannah River opening onto the Atlantic.…
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…
“Take your time,” Chen said softly, opening the door slowly for her to enter when ready. Jessica stepped inside, saw three people standing there, staring…


