Damian stood in front of their house, staring at it in the moonless night. His eyes were like those of a painter, studying even the smallest details he could find as he painted the image in his mind.
“For three years, you have been our refuge. I’ll miss you, and I don’t know when we will see each other again but—” the icy air danced in his nostrils together with the fragrance of the flowers in bloom in his garden, “—hang on there. We might go back.”
Gentle strides on the Bermuda grass on the lawn tickled his ears as he bid goodbye to their house.
“Father, shall we go?”
It was Teddy. He had finished collecting everything from the house to the jeepney that he would drive to bring them to their next destination. He also had stuffed his motorbike inside it and was just grateful that they d
