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

cracked. “So you used me. You hunted me down. You learned about my dead father. You manipulated me. You made me fall in love with a lie.”

“Did you ever love me?” Blake asked, voice barely holding together. “Even a little bit?”

The cathedral fell silent. Seconds ticked by. Natasha looked down at her hands, unable to meet his eyes. That silence was the continue reading …