“Don’t damage her,” the man with the good coat said as his men dragged me back. I was 8 months pregnant, running on a frozen road in thin boots, and my brother had just sold me to settle a debt. He’d forged my signature, tied my wrists, and turned his face away. Then a stranger saw the blood on the snow and followed it. He didn’t know me. He didn’t owe me anything. But he put himself between me and that wagon.
“Don’t damage her,” the man with the good coat said as his men dragged me back. I was 8 months pregnant, running on a frozen road in thin boots, and my brother had just sold me to settle a debt. He’d forged my signature, tied my wrists, and turned his face away. Then a stranger…
