On the Morning of My Son’s Wedding, Our Family Driver Locked Me in the Trunk and Covered Me With a Blanket

theft. She’ll serve at least three.”

I nodded.

“I don’t hate her,” Blake said quietly. “I feel sorry for her. She destroyed everything and got nothing.”

“What about Brett and Zoe?”

“Brett sent a message. They’re doing much better. He said Zoe still asks about the nice lady at the church.” Blake looked at me. “She means you.”

That evening, after Blake had continue reading …