~CAKE~
“Do not get out of the car.” He says the moment the car rolled to a stop, getting out.
The doors lock the second he shuts it. I watch him walk toward the building without looking back.
For twenty minutes, the driver and I sat in silence. He had his phone to go through, mine the battery was dead.
Then I hear a painful scream. Like someone forgot how to breathe properly and decided to panic instead.
I look at the driver. He keeps his eyes forward like this wasn’t the first time.
I hear another loud cry, with a choked sob. “What is this place?” I ask, leaning forward.
No reply.
About a minute later, “It would be best to remain in the car, ma’am.”
“I’m his wife.”
“Yes.” My hand is already on the handle. “But Mr. Vescari gave an order,” the driver says carefully.
I open the d
