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

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the blanket. Don’t make a sound.”

Bernard’s name hit me like a physical blow. Frederick never invoked Bernard’s memory lightly. I looked toward the house where Blake would be coming out any second, smiling and happy and ready to marry the woman he loved. “Frederick, what did you find out?”

His throat worked. “Not here. But you need to hear something continue reading …

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