Greece Would Have Gotten It

It was my mom. She was hysterical.
The last time she had heard from me I had just found my Greek family at the airport. And then she hadn't heard from me or been able to reach me for over 4 days. We didn't know these people, I had met them over the internet. I didn't know anyone else in Greece.
Obviously there were a million things that could've been wrong. They could have been human traffickers and I could have been sold to a Serbian man by now. I could be dead.
So I found the country code and after about 5 tries finally got through to my mom. Who answered on the second ring. I could hear the relief in her voice followed by the tears. Which immediately started me crying. It felt so good. The first English speaking voice, pretty much the first English, I'd heard in days.
It was impossible to explain all that had happened to me so far. I tried to tell her about the family, stressing that things weren't that bad, they were just still new.
She told me she had been one day from calling the cops and turning this into an international incident. Which I believed.
Eventually I had to go, promising to call as soon as I ccould again, which I wasn't really sure when that would be.
I pocketed my cell phone and made my way through the dark in between the houses and ht mountains.