Habang naghihintay sa balita tungkol sa kalagayan ng Mommy niya ay sumagi sa isip niya si Yael. But pride kept her silent.
He didn’t deserve to know. Or maybe… she didn’t deserve his comfort anymore.
At 2:37 a.m., the hallway outside the ICU was silent, until Jam felt a sudden shift.
Like someone was watching.
She turned around - and froze.
Standing at the doorway, in a black coat, hair disheveled, eyes red - was Yael.
He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept for days. His gaze softened when it met hers.
“Yael…” she whispered, shocked. “Anong ginagawa mo rito?”
He took a step forward, voice low, sincere.
“I heard about your mom.”
Jam blinked, confused and trembling. “P-paano-”
Yael gave a small, pained smile.
“You can hate me all you want, Jam. Pero kapag may nangyaring ganit
