The wedding never took place, and Elkin cried inconsolably for his fiancée at her wake, with Claire Teresa, also dressed in mourning black, by his side comforting him.
Days passed and traffic on the route returned to normal, but as night fell, a private taxi driver was passing through the area where the event had occurred. However, he had not heard about what happened.
He saw a woman dressed in white waving her hand at him. Since he was already on his way home, he assumed the woman was heading in the same direction, so he stopped to pick her up.
As the young lady got into the back, she told him: "I don't know why my cousin left me stranded here halfway; I'm going to be late for the wedding."
"Where are you heading, miss?" the taxi driver asked her.
"To the church in the center of town, if it's not too much trouble. My fiancé must be waiting for me. He might think I stood him up if I don't hurry," she laughed softly, placing the side of her hand over her lips.
"Of course, miss, I live very close to there," the driver answered enthusiastically, without even thinking that it was no time to be celebrating weddings.
She traveled happily, looking out the window and smiling, while he drove with a fresh face and his mouth slightly agape. Suddenly, as soon as they entered the urban area, the taxi driver said to her:
"We are almost there, miss..." but he looked in the rearview mirror and saw no one in the back seat.
His eyes sank and his forehead began to sweat. He turned around agitated and breathing fast to see for himself: the back seat was empty. When he turned back to the front, he realized he had lost control of the car. He screamed with his lips puckered, waving his arms over his face, as he realized he was heading straight for a pole.
Passersby on that stretch of road were dumbfounded by the consecutive accidents that had occurred in the area, not knowing exactly what the reason was, since the pavement was solid and the crack had reconstructed itself.
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