"Samantha"

I was growing more and more nervous. As the car moved toward my destination, I felt more helpless, afraid, and anxious. The taxi driver, a very kind gentleman, watched me in the rearview mirror, never taking his eyes off the traffic, and drove slowly, unhurriedly, perhaps due to his age, careful not to cause an accident.

My phone rang, and I reached into my bag. It was Enzo. I couldn't answer him now, I wouldn't be able to. But he insisted. He always insisted, and I always answered. I thought about it, and if I didn't answer, it would raise suspicions. Of course, Michel should have already returned to the company, but he probably thought I was in another department and wouldn't be alarmed yet. Maybe he was still looking for me inside the company. So, it was best to answer Enzo. When he told me he was with my mother, I couldn't believe it, so he put her on the line with me, and I heard her voice. I couldn't contain myself any longer; I started crying and explained that Rômul