While Denver was waiting for Beloved, who was waiting for Sethe, he saw the box bushes through the window. His childhood hideout was now covered in feet of snow. The sun is long gone. The moonlight was alive, dancing around the ice. Magical, Denver thought. Just like a dream. As her eyes drifted off, she was taken back in time, years ago. A time before Howard and Buglar left, before Baby Suggs died, before Beloved came along. 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 made up of five boxwood bushes when it happened. It was cold, but she didn't care. His 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 the right place. He crawled through the snow and under branches to find the opening. The walls were insulated by snow on the leaves, protecting it from violent winds. He was safe here. Here he could think without being...