Alejandro
She was supposed to be back half an hour ago. Jose said they were on their way. But now neither of them is picking up their phones and there is no sign of them. Juan’s already down the road, but there are no news from him either and I am starting to get really, really worried.
As I walk back and forth in the dimwit office, the phone burning in my hand with how cold it actually feels, all I can think of is that I shouldn’t have let her go out. Of course, it’s not like she asked or that even if she did I’d ever do anything to stop her from living her life. But it’s a fact that there are threats over her, veiled and open ones, and it’s all I can think of.
Even when the logical part of my brain tries to rationalise it all, that it’s probably nothing, that they probably lost contac
