PERLAH’S POV:
Suddenly, my surroundings spun. I landed on the nearest suitcase, still clutching onto the phone I was holding. Fear and panic wrestled for control.
The caller's words became a distant hum, as my mind conjured worst-case scenarios. Memories of my husband flooded my thoughts: laughter, tears, and late-night conversations.
I forced myself to focus, asking questions, and seeking reassurance. The voice on the other end offered me even more things to worry about.
As the call ended, I sat stunned, phone still pressed to my ear. The silence was oppressive, heavy with uncertainty.
“Rodrigo,” I called out weakly.
I grabbed my phone, and dialed Rodrigo’s phone number, “Just come back Rodrigo,” I murmured, disappointed.
He picked on the second ring, his voice tired, frustrated, a
