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

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coincidence. It was the result of a plan.

“We owed money to dangerous people,” Brett said. “Medical bills from Zoe’s premature birth, then bad investments. A man named Randall Turner. He’s not a banker. He said if we didn’t pay him back by the end of this year, he’d take Zoe.” Brett’s voice dropped to almost nothing. “He said he’d sell her.”

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