But Thomas now remembered whispers.
A light-skinned infant girl sold by Catherine’s uncle shortly before Catherine returned to Virginia. Months of seclusion explained away as fever. A sister silenced mid-sentence by a sharp maternal glare.
And now here stood Sarah — Catherine’s daughter.
“Who was your mother?” Thomas whispered.
Sarah’s lips curved into a humorless smile.
“You know who she was,” she said. “I can see it in your face.”
She knew his name. She knew about the portrait of Catherine hanging in his study. She knew about Richard and Margaret.
She had known for years.
A Plan Set in Motion
Sarah revealed what Thomas could barely process.
Her mother had never forgotten her. Despite the family’s decision to sell her to preserve reputation, Catherine had sent letters and small sums of money whenever possible through trusted intermediaries. She had described her life, her husband, her legitimate children.
When Catherine died three years earlier, Sarah swore she would find Thomas.
She deliberately made herself troublesome enough to be sold repeatedly, but valuable enough to attract attention. She maneuvered her path until she ended up in Richmond, knowing Thomas attended auctions there.
When she saw him in the crowd, she stood deliberately in the light, tilting her head the way Catherine had in the portrait.
She engineered her own sale.
Thomas felt sick.
“What do you want?” he asked.