He saved the coins he could get, thinking about a possible escape, but he knew the chances of success were minimal. The other slaves noticed his strange behavior. Joaquín, an older man who had been like a father to Thomas since he arrived at the plantation, approached him one afternoon while they were working in the sugarcane fields. “What’s wrong?
Are you walking as if he’s chasing you?” Joaquín asked anxiously. Tomás was about to confess everything to Joaquín. The older man was wise and respected among the slaves, but he also knew how to keep secrets. However, something stopped him.
Perhaps it was the instinct to protect Isabella and the baby, or perhaps the understanding that involving more people would only increase the danger. I’m just tired. Tomás lied, but Joaquín wasn’t fooled. “Be careful, my son,” the eldest warned. On this plantation, secrets have a certain shape.
