He would not admit to himself that loneliness also played a role.
He won at $750 — nearly one-third of his annual profit.
As he signed the bill of sale, Sarah lifted her eyes to meet him. She didn’t look afraid.
She looked as though she had been waiting.
The Journey Home
The wagon ride back to Caroline County took most of the day. Sarah sat bound in the wagon bed while Thomas attempted conversation.
He asked about her previous owners. Her skills. Her background.
She answered in monosyllables or silence.
At dusk, Riverside Plantation came into view. Sarah was locked in the slave quarters for the night. Thomas retired to his bedroom but slept poorly, troubled by dreams he could not recall clearly upon waking.
At dawn, he went to inspect her.
That was when recognition struck like lightning.
The resemblance was undeniable.
Not just similar features — but Catherine’s face reborn.
And with that recognition came memory.
Catherine’s Secret
Catherine Thornton had come from an old Virginia family. Before marrying Thomas, she had spent two years at her uncle’s plantation in South Carolina.
When she returned home, she was pale and quiet. Her family attributed it to illness or the oppressive southern heat. The marriage to Thomas was arranged quickly — only three months after her return.
Their son Richard was born exactly nine months later, satisfying every public expectation of property.