His First Lady
Yet when the monsters would enter my room, I felt so hopeless, like freedom would never find me.
But Freedom did find me, in the form of Mr. and Mrs. Owens.
“We love you, too,” Dad says, his brow furrowed slightly with confusion.
“We love you, Esther,” Mom says, frowning. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“No,” I tell her, not wanting her to worry. “I’ve just been remembering the past lately, more and more.”