Do you know them? Ellen’s heart stopped. The Collins family. She knew them. She had served them. She had stood in their parlor holding trays,…
The officer calmly took the plastic card, returned to his patrol car, and entered the data into the police onboard computer in a familiar manner.…
At that moment, Bill and Douglas had no idea that that step would become an irreversible starting point and the silent, dark space of the…

Some names and details in this story have been changed to preserve anonymity and confidentiality. Not all the photographs are of the actual scene. In…
And more than a century and a half after their journey, their descendants would gather to remember not just what Ellen and William escaped from,…
By the time they realize you’re not coming, you’ll be free. ” She paused, her voice softening. “This is what we do. This is how…
Ellen signed the register, or rather, the clerk signed it after Ellen’s left-handed trembling convinced him it was easier to do it himself. Upstairs in…
He looked at Ellen with genuine concern, then turned to the clerk with irritation. This man is clearly ill. Must you insist on formalities when…
“Well, Mister,” he paused, waiting for a name. “Jo,” Ellen said softly. “William Johnson. ” “Mr. Johnson,” the man repeated, extending his hand. It’s been…
He couldn’t because the woman looking back at her from that mirror no longer existed. It was December 18th, 1848 in Mon, Georgia, and Ellen…





