The first page had the words, Journal of Edward Wright.
The next page started out "1 January, 1900
My boy would be official fifty-one, had he still been alive. As of today he is seventeen years into what he calls his 'punishment.' I keep telling him, 'Ambrose, son. This not a punishment you are not being punished for those men and women you killed.' But he tells me that he was the one that killed them, drained their life out of them. My boy is good, he has a good heart, I do not believe that is fully dead. He was such a lovely child, not even Master Cyrus could beat that out of my boy.
Ambrose gave a present to me, on his birthday. He bought me the most lovely black leather collar. Every slave in these days has a collar. The Masters are looked down on if their slave is not marked some how. I will wear this would pride. Although he goes out of his way to tell me I am not a a slave. Had it not been for my son I might have joined my wife in death along time again.