It was the healing of something broken that she had buried so deep inside her that no one had ever seen it. And yet it felt right that they were surrounded by people, exposing private pain and joy, loss and restoration, to whoever wished to see it. For all the forest runaways, the fracturing of families was as familiar as toil in the cotton and cane fields or in the kitchens of the great plantation houses. But from time to time, the runaways got to see a family mend.
