— I never asked you for anything... I mean, nothing other than money. — I pointed out, and his gaze remained locked on mine. —
I don't expect anything other than safety for my son. So... Forget that you can have my body. — I smiled, and removed his touch from mine. — I'll make an appointment with Dr. Lena and send you a message. — I found myself saying, and gave him my cell phone. — Is there any paper here? — I asked, and he frowned, but opened the glove compartment, and handed me a pad, as well as a pen.
I gave him both, and he seemed lost as he stared at the objects, as well as my face.
— I don't have your number. — I finally said, and I noticed that his expression changed, for a few seconds. Then, he took the pad and wrote quickly, highlighting a sheet and giving it to me. I just wal
