As I stood on the side of the road, Alberto’s words echoing painfully in my mind, I took a deep breath to steady myself. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, a stark contrast to the turmoil within me. The world around me seemed indifferent to my plight, cars speeding by without a second glance at the woman left stranded by the side of the road.
But just when despair threatened to swallow me whole, a sound, deep and rich like velvet, broke through the evening air. I turned to see a limousine, the kind I had only ever seen in movies, pull up beside me. The tinted window lowered, revealing a man with a kind, albeit mysterious, smile. His presence was calming, like a gentle tide washing over a rocky shore.
“Clara?” he asked, his voice carrying a warmth that felt like a lifeline. “Mr. Weiss sent me.”
