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

I was mopping the kitchen floor, soaked from the waist down, when Caleb slipped in beside me. Caleb had been on this plantation longer than I’d been alive. He moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had survived every season and did not plan to stop now.

“Elijah,” he said, voice tense, “you need to be careful.”

I kept mopping like I hadn’t heard. Ears could get you killed too.

Caleb leaned closer. “They’re watching more than you think. The mistress and Miss Sarah… they’re not like the others.”

My hands tightened on the mop handle. “What do you mean?”