He held my hand and asked me to go with him to the parking lot where his SUV was parked. It is tinted and no person could see who or what is inside.
He assisted me in climbing the vehicle and closed my door, he went around the vehicle and rode in the driver’s seat.
“I will hide you first because the airport is swarmed with reporters.”
“Where are we going?”
“You trust me?”
It is a while before I can say something. He looked at me attentively. And I nodded. He started the machine and off we went out of the parking and passed by all the reporters.
“They are a lot. I felt like I was being chased by zombies.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah.”
I looked at my fingers as I fiddled and tears formed inside my eyes.
“I was scared. What if I trip or fall and they get that on camera.”
“They won’t be able
