The silence stretched as he started the engine, the low hum filling the space between us like an invisible wall. He didn’t even glance in my direction.
I shifted in my seat, clutching the strap of my bag tightly on my lap. My fingers trembled slightly. “Are you mad?” I asked softly.
He let out a sharp breath through his nose. “No.” His voice was tight, and it gave him away.
Ibinaba ko ang tingin, ramdam ang bahagyang pagbilis ng t***k ng puso ko. Ayokong makita siyang galit o nagseselos. Natatakot ako kapag tahimik siya, pero ramdam na ramdam sa kilos at presensya niya kung ano talaga ang nararamdaman niya.
“Si Jerald lang ’yon. He was walking to the parking lot too," dahan-dahan kong bulong. “Wala namang masama."
“Alam ko,” he muttered, turning onto the main road. His grip on the ste
