“What did you just say?”
He squeezed my hand.
“Please. Don’t ask me any questions until we land.”
I pulled my hand away.
“You just told me I would never see my children again, and now you’re asking me not to ask questions?”
A woman sitting across the aisle glanced at us.Support Causes
Robert lowered his voice.
“Trust me.”
For the first time in fifty-two years, I didn’t want to. My mind raced through terrible possibilities.
Had my children decided to cut me out of their lives? Was Robert taking me somewhere against my will?
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