She waited, thinking maybe there had been a transportation issue, that microbuses were unpredictable, that the subway sometimes stopped between stations.
But when noon came and Roberto had still given no sign of life, worry turned into alarm.
Patricia called the company again. No, he hadn’t arrived. He hadn’t called. She called the few relatives they had in the city. No one knew anything.
At 2:00 p.m., she left the children with a neighbor and went out to look for him, retracing the route Roberto took every day. She asked at corner stores, spoke to street vendors who were always in the same spots. No one remembered seeing him that morning.
It was as if Roberto Campos had dissolved into the air.
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