“James,” said Martha, “I know this is hard for you, but she needs to do this. She needs to remember.”
“She can’t do this,” he said. “It’s too hard.”
Jennifer spoke softly. “Is it too hard for her, or is it too hard for you?”
Sarah heard James groan, but he didn’t say anything more. After a moment, Martha said, “Tell me what happened when the man came to arrest you. Tell me everything you remember.”
Sarah shook her head, her hand on her cheek. “My husband and I gasped in horror when we saw the man we despised for arresting the charged witches standing in front of our home. He grimaced at me with his pock-marked face as though he were wearing a skeleton mask.”
“Are you a witch? he asked me.
“My husband laughed. I laughed. It had to be a joke. Dear God, please, I begged silently, this h
