“Why me? You don’t even know me.”
“Because you’re the one my father’s planning to hurt. Because I can’t stop him from continuing slavery, but I can try to stop him from breeding you like an animal. And because…” I hesitated. “…because I think maybe we both need to escape. You from slavery. Me from a life of complicity in a system I’m starting to realize I can’t morally accept.”
Delilah studied me with those intelligent eyes that had been trained to hide their intelligence. “You really mean this?”
“Yes.”
“You’d give up everything to help me escape?”
“Yes.”
“Even though you barely know me. Even though I’m just one slave among millions. Even though it might not make any real difference in the grand scheme.”
“Yes. Because it would make a difference to you. And right now that feels like the only thing I can actually control.”
She was quiet for a long time. Outside I could hear other enslaved people moving around, preparing evening meals, settling in for the night. The sun had fully set now and the cabin was lit only by faint moonlight through the window.
Finally, Delilah said, “If we do this—and I’m not saying yes yet, I’m just saying if—we’d need to be smart about it. We’d need to plan carefully. The judge has connections everywhere in Mississippi. He’d send people after us.”
“I know. And we’d need to move fast. If he’s planning to bring in a male slave to breed me with, that could happen any day. When would you want to leave?”
“Give me two days to think about it. To prepare what little I have to say goodbye to people in a way that doesn’t alert suspicions.” She stood up. “Master Thomas, I don’t fully understand why you’re doing this. Part of me thinks this is some kind of trap or cruel joke. But if you’re sincere—if you really mean to help me escape—then I’ll take that chance. Because you’re right. What your father’s planning is worse than the risk of running.”
“I’m sincere. I swear it.”
“Then we leave in 2 days, Thursday night, after everyone’s asleep. Meet me at the stable at midnight. Bring money, supplies, and those forge travel passes. I’ll bring what little I have.”
I nodded. “Thursday night. Midnight.”
She walked to the cabin door, opened it, then turned back. “Master Thomas.”
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