Sal finished her story and sat quietly. Talking about it had eased some of the pain that had lodged in her chest since finding the man who she thought was Markus. It didn’t remove it all by any means, but she felt a little better.
“That’s rough,” Roberto said in a soft voice. “People are too quick to ignore slaves, to not think of them as human. Stories like yours remind us of the truth. If you have no objections I will tell your story to those I think will listen.”
“No, of course not. It’s not like I’m ever likely to meet anyone you tell anyway, is it?”
He smiled at that. “No. Good point.”
Sal scratched at the back of her neck again. She’d developed an itch while telling her story, and it kept returning in the same place.
“So, are you going to tell me all about yourself now?
