CHAPTER 32
Ana Maria's text may have been innocuous but I was still in panic mode over the sketch book that went missing. Vizcaya was closing soon but instead of leaving I walked outside to the formal gardens. The hedge maze wasn't for getting lost in, it was a tranquil place to gather your thoughts. Water splashed playfully in the fountain with a soothing cadence--unlike the honking cars I'd hear on my ride home.
I texted Ana Maria: Papi's not with me, what's going on?
He wasn't here when I got home, she replied. His car is gone and his phone is on the table. He had a rough couple of nights and I've been worried. He probably just went to the store. Sorry to bother you, hija.
Now I was worried too. Please let me know when he gets back, okay?
I will, I promise.
Driving on I-95 in rush
