The slave who impregnated his master’s wife and daughter… What followed shocked Mississippi

She didn’t speak at first. She just studied me with eyes that didn’t blink enough.

“You notice her, too?” I whispered to myself before I could stop it, catching the ghost of Mrs. Cross in the hall mirror.

“What did you say?” Sarah’s voice was low, curious.

“Nothing, miss.” I lied fast, and my chest tightened.

Sarah’s pencil paused over the page. “You’re a terrible liar.”