Chapter 5. Hidden Secret

ALICIA CHAY

Coffey stared at the floor, brooding with anger. She knew that if she acted on that anger Gree would have her slaughtered and her husband would be slain as well. She refused to give Gree Lufu the satisfaction. Coffey never had the chance to mourn being taken from her homeland in Africa, along with her husband. She could still feel the linen cloth that was thrown over her face. She remembered the smell, it smelled like old, expired resin. She could remember the conversations that filtered into her ears from her captors as she, her husband, others from her tribe were put on metal yolks and whipped as they walked with clumsy footing towards the awaiting ships. 

Her heart quickened at the enormous sails flapped on the breeze with ear-splitting redundancy, like bats escaping the fires of hell in search of a colder climate. She could still feel the chains around her wrists and ankles. The rust broke her out in hives. She could still smell the feces and the uri