John took a deep breath then looked Todd square in the eye. “Your mother didn’t die in an accident. A few years before you were born, she was selected to have a slave baby. Do you have any idea how stiff the competition and selection process is?”
Todd shook his head no. He’d never even imagined his mother had been selected to bear a slave child. “I thought we were from New Colorado City.”
John shook his head. “You and I moved north, then settled here when you were about two. She had that baby and giving it away nearly killed her. I met her while she was pregnant with it. In the villages, it’s all about the glory of being selected; they never tell anyone about the depression afterward and what it does to some girls to give away those children.”
“What happened?” Todd bunched his hands together in a fist and planted his elbows on the table, hands in front of his face.