TEN
Erin was an hour late.
An hour and twelve minutes, to be exact, if the vintage wall clock on Balai Esperanza’s wall were to be relied on.
Did she forget about our lunch date? Ramon mused, watching the restaurant’s front door and expecting Erin to come in, armed with apologies and a valid explanation as to why she was late. She was never late for anything.
Rather than dwell on his brewing disappointment, Ramon felt more worried that she wasn’t replying to any of his messages or picking up his calls. And even though he didn’t care much for social media, he went and checked her accounts for clues on her whereabouts.
No dice.
He sighed and stared at the untouched bowl of pork sinigang he ordered along with the grilled chicken isaw and ensaladang mangga with bagoong. It looked like he
