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

backward. “What are you talking about? That’s impossible.”

“Tell them,” I said to Natasha. “Tell everyone here about Brett. Tell them about Zoe.”

Natasha’s face went from white to gray. Blake looked between us, voice breaking. “Who’s Brett? Who’s Zoe?”

“Brett Collins is her husband. They’ve been married for four years. Zoe is their five-year-old daughter.continue reading …