She was picked up by someone in a fancy car with bass on his stereo that rattled the windows. Watching her throw garbage bags full of stuff into the back seat made it clear that this wasn't a trash run. Popping in a baby in a child-seat next to all of it made it more clear. This was a forced-migration fleeing something terrible.
The frantic speed of this action suggested the boyfriend might be watching and summoning the nerve to stop it from going any further.
I had met them a few weeks ago; they were engaged to be married. Now, who knows?
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