Over the next few days and weeks, thousands of prison doors would be flung wide. Ripped off the hinges. Shackles loosed. Bones was right. We needed a bigger town. Those who had been slaves would walk out of the market. Sun on their faces. Life before them. And none save me would know the price paid for their freedom. One life for the many—starting with the one I’d written off. Who wasn’t worth the cost. I did not understand that kind of love. But . . . then Bones.
