“Please Trust Me,” the Driver Said as He Hid Me in the Trunk on My Son’s Wedding Day.

buzzed again. Same unknown number. “That’s weird,” Blake said, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

“Ignore it,” Natasha said quickly. Too quickly. “It’s your wedding day. You don’t have time for telemarketers.”

But when the phone rang a third time, Blake answered with a clipped “Hello,” and what I heard next made my blood run cold. “I told you not to continue reading …