"Are you okay?"
Matthew's arms were still tightly wrapped around my waist. His sweat clung to my neck and cheeks. Had he been running?
"I'm fine," I replied. "Why are you so frazzled?"
He slowly released me, but his hands remained around my waist. The look in his eyes was one I had never seen before. He was scared.
"I got a text saying that you were in trouble and that if I did not come within the next ten minutes, you'd be taken away," he answered.
"So, you ran here?" I asked, bringing my hands to his sweaty face. His curly hair was all damp. Some strands were stuck to his forehead.
"It was faster since there was a lot of traffic," he said. "On that note, I need to get someone to bring my car over. I left it by the highway."
He laced his fingers with mine and dialled with the other. I wondered who he was calling.
