When I first heard those foot steps outside the little shack, I thought it was Clay. Thankfully, it was a very nice lady named Fiona. After explaining to her what we were doing, I was so glad she wanted to help us. Later at her house, when I first recognized the voice of my love, I almost fainted. I was so excited to see him until I saw what happened to my beautiful Besa! I was so angry those white people would hurt him so bad. It hurt me the most when he told us we would get caught and he didn’t believe in anything anymore. I was very heartbroken when he told me he would not escape with us.
After a long hard journey, we made it to the river Fiona told us about. All three of us were so excited to be on the edge of freedom. When we crossed the river and woke the next morning, we traveled as fast as we could until reaching the fort. At first sight I couldn’t believe we made it to the fort. I was so joyful and wanted to just cry, but I knew I had to stay strong. There at the fort we met another kind woman named Inez. Inez fed us well and then she and I took a walk. After she told me I was pregnant it all made since. I did not want the baby at all knowing it belonged to Clay! This baby will not be Clay’s though; it is mine and holds the spirits of Afi, my parents, Kwasi, and all others from my true home in Africa.
"Tidbit shrieked in alarm as the door flew open and a woman, dressed, amazingly, all in buckskin, stared openmouthed at the three children."
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