Sixteen years ago I found a stranger’s baby in a car trunk — I never imagined she’d been left there for me.

kind of danger that comes with lawyers and money and people who make problems disappear quietly. When I found out I was pregnant, I also found out what happened to people who tried to leave him. I was one of them, once. I got out. I wasn’t going to let my daughter grow up inside that.

There is an organization — I won’t name it here, for reasons that will make sense — that helps women in situations like mine disappear safely, and helps their children disappear into good, ordinary lives where