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

flat, dead. “Don’t.”

The cathedral began to empty. Blake sat in the front pew, head in his hands. I sat beside him. Silence stretched between us.

“How long have you known?” he asked.

“Since this morning. Frederick discovered it weeks ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because you wouldn’t have believed me, Blake. If I’d told you yesterday, you’d have continue reading …