Angel had chosen to end his own life. Having finally discovered the scene, the slaves whispered behind Vanessa’s back. “Why’d he do that? He was only fifteen.” “Ugh, I’m already exhausted to death, and now there’s more work.” No one in the quarters truly mourned Angel’s death. He had not been at the mansion long enough for anyone to grow close to him, and while it did not happen often, this sort of thing happened every now and then. Vanessa said to the slaves,