Douglas pictured the pregnant Clover, and his resolve became like water, trickling away from him. Ever since losing Sarah and Cherish, he had been rejecting pleas for help from abolitionists, over and again. But those had been requests for leadership, not appeals on behalf of someone specific. He looked up at the coffered ceiling and huffed out an exasperated breath. He did not want to get involved in this. But he knew too well what could happen to a runaway who didn’t have the support of the Underground.
Once you've been helping the helpless, how can you turn away when they need you.
