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

really is.”

Ten minutes felt like ten hours. I crouched behind Frederick’s sedan, my knees against cold concrete, my heart hammering. At exactly eight o’clock, the side door opened.

Natasha stepped out, moving with quick efficiency, no grace or pretense. She wore jeans and a casual blouse. Then came the voice that stopped my heart: “Mommy!”

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