Don't tell me Ella was talking about that man

The glass door glided open, and Mischelle strolled out of the airport, going toward the cab she had reserved as soon as she landed in Country P.

After placing her bags in the trunk, she got into the cab and drove away.

Mischelle was forward to seeing her kid and spent some time with her. However, as her thoughts drifted during the blissful time, her gaze caught something.

A magazine kept resting on the back of the driver's seat. Curious as to what had piqued her interest, she hurriedly snatched it to open, and whatever she saw on the cover page pulled the ground beneath her feet.

Fear crept into her heart, and her hands trembled as she swiftly folded the magazine and pushed it back into its rightful spot.

Leaning back, she put her arm on the edge of the window, her fingers rapidly running over her lips, indicating that worry had set in.