I spend the entire carriage ride home crying, again. I don't know how many blows one person can take, but I feel like I'm at my limit. It has only been a few weeks since I lived as a slave. I've been hit with so much life changing information, I can barely process it all. I'm scared and exhausted.
Getting home, I head straight for our bedroom. Patrick makes a move to follow me, but I just need to be alone for a while. I need to think. I need to process everything I have been told. I have a grandmother I never knew about and she is out there somewhere. I have to find her. I wonder if she even knows about me. I lay on the bed and just stare at the ceiling for a long time. I wish I could just disappear for a while.
I sit up and look at the book that the Elders gave me. It's the biggest bo
