"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.