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ne week later
There’s an equation in Metro Manila that goes: Payday plus Friday plus sudden downpour equals carmageddon. Audrey was thankful Pio knew this equation quite well and picked her up from work early, or they still would have been stuck in traffic at seven in the evening.
But that wouldn’t have been as disastrous as running into her ex-boyfriend and his new squeeze at the venue lobby. Fully expecting this scenario didn’t necessarily mean she was equipped for the whiplash of emotions seeing them in the flesh would bring.
Her heart ached at seeing Luigi, dashing in a light gray shirt and black coat that was his favorite. She could still remember steam ironing that same coat a few times before, leaving notes in its breast pocket for him to find. She remembered the feel of
