While Denver was waiting for Beloved, who was waiting for Sethe, she saw the boxwood bushes through the window. His childhood refuge was now covered in snow. The sun is long gone. The moonlight was alive, dancing around the ice. Magic, Denver thought. Like in a dream. As her eyes grew drowsy, she was taken back to a time years ago. A time before Howard and Buglar left, before Baby Suggs died, before Beloved arrived. Denver was seven years old when her brother saved her. The winter was harsh. Snow covered everything in sight. Denver had gone to her secret room of five boxwood bushes when this happened. It was cold, but she didn't care. Her kitchen was full of chaos. Food was thrown on the floor, plates were broken. It was difficult to share a home with a spirit. Denver needed to find a quiet place and she knew exactly the place. She crawled through the snow and under the branches to find the opening. The walls were insulated by the snow on the leaves, protecting it from harsh winds. Here she was safe. Here she was able to think without being...