June’s Point of View
The silence between us was the loudest thing in the room.
I sat across from him on the couch, my legs tucked under me, arms wrapped around a pillow like it could shield me from the weight of the words I’d just heard.
“You’re… leaving.” The words tasted strange on my tongue—like they didn’t belong. “For the Philippines.”
Dos didn’t look at me right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the TV screen, even though neither of us had been paying attention to whatever was playing. It was just noise—background filler for the conversation we couldn’t keep avoiding.
“By the end of the month,” he finally said, his voice quiet, almost too quiet. “Boss called. It’s official.”
I felt something twist painfully inside my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was disappointment, fear, or somethin
