He looked straight into my eyes.
“Because… I’m the one they keep pressuring for information about you. But I didn’t give them anything.”
My stomach twisted. “Why… why are you helping me like this?”
He took a deep breath.
“Because, ma’am… last week you dropped your wallet near the gate. I saw the photo inside—of you and your child. I thought… you have a family. You’re a kind person. Even though you don’t know me, you treat me with respect every day. I won’t allow anything bad to happen to you.”
I couldn’t say a word.
—
He led me to the back exit that was usually locked. Apparently, he had the key.
“Sir… what is your real name?” I asked while we walked through the dark hallway.
He stopped for a moment.
“Gabriel.”
“Gabriel…” I repeated softly. “If it weren’t for you—”
Suddenly he stopped and pushed me against the wall, not because he meant harm… but because a shadow passed in front of us.
Two men. Wearing hoodies. One of them seemed to be holding something metallic in his pocket.
I heard one whisper.
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