a mole that had been on your arm since you 'd lain in a crib looking up at a cardboard mobile suddenly darkened , and twenty-four weeks later , almost two full years removed from the last time you 'd lain in bed with your husband and curled your leg over his , you were dropped into a box and buried beneath the earth , your husband standing fifty yards away , flanked by armed guards , shackles clamped around his ankles and wrists .