*Lila*
We tie our horses to low branches and edge along the ridge, the forest masking our presence, until we find a spot where we can witness the brutality without being seen.
The sight makes me want to vomit. Five women stand on the gallows, the ropes around their necks swinging lightly in the breeze. One is my sweet Rebecca Nurse. I know her kind face, her work-worn and yet comforting hands, and her gentle voice. I choke back a sob.
Next to her, I see a figure trembling, her eyes wild with fear. It’s Sarah Good. My heart pounds, remembering the baby we saved. She should’ve been able to raise her baby.
Alexander’s voice is low. “That’s Sarah Wildes, Susannah Martin, and Elizabeth Howe.” His words are like knives. I remember all their names from history books and plays.
Miriam leans c
