Adam entered his room with hurried steps, tossing the car keys onto the small table by the door. Cold sweat ran down his temples, anxiety ruling his mind. He immediately checked Margarita's suitcase and belongings that were still organized in the corner of the room. “Thank goodness,” he muttered in a low voice. “She hasn't gone far.”
She reached for her cell phone again and tried to call Margarita. “Come on, pick up, Marg,” she urged as the dial tone sounded. But, just like before, the call ended up on voicemail. Frustrated, she left a message. “Margarita, it's me again. Please, let me know. I'm worried. I don't know where you are, but please come home.”
Adam dropped the phone onto the sofa roughly, rubbing his face with both hands. Just then, there was a knock on the door. His heart rac
