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the car, police found a sealed envelope, a change of clothes neatly folded around a pair of socks, and my contact information on a plain white index card, printed in careful block letters.
“Was your mom in the car?” I asked.
“No.” He said it simply, without drama, which somehow made it worse. “She put me in it.”
“Do you know where she was sending you?continue reading …
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