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"Ma, I'm scared," Milo whispers to me.

I make him climb into the giant plastic bag, "I know Baba, I know. It's okay to be scared. But you have to remember what I told you."

He sighs and nods his head. Begin to stuff the bag with other things to make it less obvious. It's already pretty obvious, but I'm desperate.

"Repeat it back to me again."

As Milo sits crouching down he says, "I get in the truck, truck stops three times. I get out of the bag in the second stop, in the third stop jump out. Run. And find somebody."

I raise my brows, "And?"

His...