CYNTHIA
My heart was beating erratically, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself for taking charge for once in my life, especially when my boss was the one I controlled. As I dressed into some comfy nightgown from my luggage, my cell phone went off, catching me by surprise.
Picking it up from the table where I had it charging, I looked at the screen. Dad’s picture appeared and a sense of dread took over my senses.
I cleared my throat and composed myself before I hit the answer button.
“Hey, Papá. How are you?” I greeted him in the most cheerful way.
“Hello, my little girl. I was starting to worry about you. Why haven’t you called us yet to let us know you arrived?”
I chuckled nervously, looking at my bedroom door. Couldn’t afford to be heard by anyone.
