
Some names and details in this story have been changed to preserve anonymity and confidentiality. Not all the photographs are of the actual scene. October…
They rented a small apartment. William returned to his craft, building furniture with the skill that had sustained him in Mon. Ellen learned to read…
Ellen nodded, removing the glasses with shaking hands. “Charleston knows what to look for. They’re trained to catch people like us. ” “The harbor master…
They left the trail behind after only 40 minutes. The path to the red circle on the old map was no longer a path. Trees…

In the summer of 1986, a father and his nine-year-old daughter drove into the Blue Ridge Mountains for a weekend camping trip and vanished. Days…
They continued their activism fighting for civil rights, for economic justice, for the full humanity of people the society still tried to diminish. Ellen lived…
A small holding, nothing of note. Up country covers considerable territory, the woman said with a small laugh. Surely you can be more specific. I…
Now, the airline had quietly retired the designation, a small acknowledgement of the two pilots who never completed their final journey. But sometimes late at…

On November 14th, 1987, two veteran pilots walked out of a Chicago hotel at 6:47 a.m. Caught on grainy security footage. They were scheduled to…
two people who had transformed themselves from property into protagonists, from victims into victors. The journey ahead would be long. Exile in England, years before…





