The gas station attendant approached me as my husband and I were stopping to refuel and gave me a note that read, “Run away from him, say you’re going to the bathroom, and leave….” 
For several hours, we had been traveling on the highway. I tried not to strike up a conversation with him because he seemed agitated and had changed recently.
We pulled into the closest petrol station when the fuel gauge was almost empty. I remained in the car as my husband got out.
After a minute, a man in a blue uniform approached the window and requested me to come out so he could sign the receipt.
As soon as I pulled the paper out of his hand, I realized it wasn’t a receipt. It was written plainly and simply on the note:
“Avoid him by running.” Declare that you need to use the restroom, then leave. Immediately.
I initially believed it to be a poor joke. However, the man in uniform shook his head slightly and looked at my spouse when I looked up at him. I knew exactly what he meant at that moment, and I fled in terror 
I became aware of something at that very moment: my husband’s sleeve had a stain on it that appeared to be blood.
There were also red markings in the trunk, which he had just opened.
My heart began to race. I was able to mutter:
— “I I’m heading to the restroom.
Without glancing at me, he nodded. I tried not to exhibit my worry as I made my way casually toward the station building.
The same attendant was waiting for me inside already, holding a phone.
“We called the police,” he muttered. Don’t return to the vehicle.
Patrol cars encircled the fueling station a few minutes later. I still couldn’t believe I was being treated this way, especially after my husband was detained right next to the pump.
The same attendant then came up to me and whispered in a low voice: “I saw him here again a few days ago. He had another woman with him.
“I recognized her later on the news,” he continued. She vanished.
I suddenly knew that I will suffer the same fate that evening.
