The GPS in the Undercarriage

Summary

I found a GPS tracker hidden under my car by my husband.

He thought his plan was flawless, but it chilled me to the bone.

My sister-in-law was trying to get pregnant, desperately seeking medical advice every day.

I smiled kindly and handed her my car keys: "This car has a safety blessing. You'll feel more at ease driving it to your checkups."

She thanked me profusely, completely unaware that danger was already quietly hitting the road.

Until the sound of police sirens pierced the air the next day.

My mother-in-law's wails were heart-wrenching.