They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

something like mild disbelief in his voice. “Your children were… persuasive.”

I almost laughed.

Persuasive.

Yes.

They had always been persuasive when they wanted something.

“What do you need from me?” I asked.

“A verbal confirmation that you’re acting of your own free will,” he said. “And that you do not want your current location disclosed to them.”

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