I looked out the window. The windows of the car behind us were smashed. People were running, panicking.
“Stay away, ma'am,” one of the bodyguards said as he got out of the car. He turned his head right and left before finally approaching the rear car. I could see the bodyguard standing in the middle of the crowd, as if assessing the situation.
A few seconds later he returned to the car with an expression that was hard to guess.
“What happened?” I asked. Curiosity and fear mixed together.
“It's all right, ma'am,” he said, as if trying to reassure me. Then he took a mobile phone out of his pocket and handed it to me.
“What's this for?” I asked hesitantly before finally taking the phone.
It was a small black phone, an old model with physical keys. No touch screen. Enough to make ca
