2 septembre 2026

I imagined my 60th birthday would feel comforting — a full dinner table, laughter, and the familiar voices of my children.

I locked the door and got into the police car.

During the drive, anxiety twisted inside me.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Not far.”

“Not far where?”

“Somewhere safe.”

My phone buzzed. A message from Mark appeared:

“Mom, please don’t panic. Just trust us.”

Trust them — after four hours of silence.

Finally, the police car pulled into the parking lot of a community center I recognized.

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