She was lost; she was terrified. All she needed was a wink, a nod, an iota of prodding—You’re doing it right, Ruth! Keep going, Ruth! But she couldn’t continue to look at them because yes, those people could be federal agents or police, but they could also be the kidnappers. She started to walk away backward, backward, backward until finally, about fifty feet away, she turned around and started walking out of the terminal. Now what, she thought. Now what. NOW WHAT. Once she was outside, she ran back to her car, and a great panic set in. How could she have agreed to send Nathan to school that
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