I was nearing my due date and my belly was getting bigger by the day. We had finally settled into the house Hans bought, my family visited every weekend and Heinrich enjoyed playing in the large back yard, he was not allowed to go further out. We were in Texas though we lived in the wealthier part of the state, my son was biracial and would be a target for the Klan. Hans didn't seem to understand that and instead accused me of being paranoid and an overbearing mother. That had been the source of our latest arguments, the had been three lynchings of young n***o men in two months. I feared for me and my son's life, I wanted to go back to France, where I felt safer and where I could visit the grave of my son. No matter what I said went over my husband's head, he was the man of the house and h
