  &quot;Ma'am, someone is here to see you?&quot;, Yasmin said.
  It seemed as if everyday she was at the office, everyone wanted to see her. Sometimes, Rita wished she could run away from everything and everyone but she knew that was impossible.
  &quot;Who is it?&quot;,she asked.
  &quot;A man named Francis but ma'am, I don't think you should send him up. For one, he's dressed shabbily and two, he looks like a deranged fellow&quot;, Yasmin whispered.
  Rita sat up. That was the private investigator she hired to search for Rodrigo. The previous day, when she called him, she got no answer and she hoped that he had some answers available. She chuckled lightly at Yasmin's words. True, he dressed shabbily but Francis was smart. His brain worked better than the average human. He paid attention to details and had a keen eye for the tiniest flaw making him one of the most brilliant investigator

  &quot;How have you been Camille?&quot;, Rita asked.
  She had been in her house for a while now and she was glad that she was better and more healthier. Rita knew what made her Ill, it was simply stress and she planned to take that away from her as much as possible.
  &quot;I'm just here, hoping and praying that Rodrigo comes back to me soon&quot;, she said.
  She was dressed in a wool sweater and a long skirt. The weather had dropped which was ushered by more snow. The news forecasted that it might get heavier as the day goes by, hence everyone had to cover up if they didn't want to catch a cold.
  &quot;He will Camille, trust me. Rodrigo would always find us&quot;, Rita smiled sadly.
  She was holding on to his words. Those words had been her anchor ever since his sudden disappearance, it was the last thing he said before he left her house.
  &quot;Yes, I know my boy will come home, 

  Rita woke up with a start the next morning. She had dreamt that Rodrigo was back but just as she wanted to touch him, he disappeared from her reach. She groaned as the alarm gave a shrill sound. She switched it off as she made her way to the bathroom to do her business. When she was done, she made her way to the balcony, leaning against the railings as she allowed the cool morning air to hit her face.
  The day was the early, as she watched the moon shine down on the earth with all it's beauty. She remembered the incident with Rodrigo as they threw coins into the fountain with the moon's light guiding them. That was the day they shared their first kiss, the day Rita knew she was in love with him. That day felt like a lifetime, considering everything that happened ever since. She wished she could turn back the hands of time and instructed Rodrigo not to leave on the last day she saw him

&quot;Ma'am, someone is here to see you?&quot;, Yasmin said.
  It seemed as if everyday she was at the office, everyone wanted to see her. Sometimes, Rita wished she could run away from everything and everyone but she knew that was impossible.
  &quot;Who is it?&quot;,she asked.
  &quot;A man named Francis but ma'am, I don't think you should send him up. For one, he's dressed shabbily and two, he looks like a deranged fellow&quot;, Yasmin whispered.
  Rita sat up. That was the private investigator she hired to search for Rodrigo. The previous day, when she called him, she got no answer and she hoped that he had some answers available. She chuckled lightly at Yasmin's words. True, he dressed shabbily but Francis was smart. His brain worked better than the average human. He paid attention to details and had a keen eye for the tiniest flaw making him one of the most brilliant investigator she had ever employed.
  &quot;Please send him in&quot;, she smiled.
  Rita paced about, curios

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