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

handcuffs clicked. Zoe’s frightened voice: “Mommy, where are they taking Mommy?”

Brett lifted her higher, turning her face away. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

Blake watched in silence, frozen. The officers led Natasha down the aisle. She looked back at Blake one final time. “Blake, please—”

Blake turned his head, looked directly at her. His voice came out continue reading …