Pedro's heart raced as he turned on the ignition and drove in the direction of Catalina's workplace. With every mile covered, he hoped and prayed earnestly to find her there and he could not help but admit to himself that his mind was full of worry. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed her number with the hope that she would answer and tell him that he did not need to worry.
He yearned to hear her familiar voice reassuring him that everything was fine, but all he heard was the sound of her voicemail. He dialed her number a couple of times more and it was still the same. Concern grew within him when, as he drove on. Where could Catalina have gone without telling them? He kept looking at the road, keeping an eye out for her car but he could not find it on the road. Where could
