Once inside the cab he told the driver to go to North Station where Mr. R had offered to accompany Miss J so that she would not be alone with the cab driver. Miss J was a beautiful young lady who was no stranger to the kindness of men. Thus she missed the fatal sign, the understanding look exchanged between the unofficial driver and Mr. R. The taxi started driving towards the opposite direction, which of course Miss J would not know it.
Despite their broken heart they took the criticisms in silence. They head home carrying their dismembered daughter while being made to feel guilty to compound on their pain. I wish to share with them my own experience at Bucharest years later. I had pre-booked an official transfer through an airline site, but the driver was not at the airport. I contacted the Romanian transfer company but they texted me coldly that there was not enough cars. 'Take a taxi.' Needless to say I never received reimbursement for the fare that I had paid in advance. Miss J's parents ought to know that Miss J was never foolish, just unlucky.
I sensed doom from that concrete lid that hid the hell on earth. Those Romanian orphans would know better than trusting strangers even before the age of three. Finally something that I could agree with the Romanian press. Miss J was raised by loving parents to be kind but a little too trusting than those three years old orphans abandoned by their people.