“Kuya Drake!” the kids shouted, scrambling toward the gate like a tiny stampede.
Samantha turned, mid-laugh, just in time to see a familiar figure approaching. The same wave of surprise rippled through the nun and the children’s caretaker as they followed the kids’ excited rush.
She hadn’t expected him.
They were at the charity house to drop off supplies—she, Lee, and Simone. Samantha had been playing with the children, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, sweat clinging to her skin from chasing toddlers around the courtyard. Nearby, Simone was hunched over a table, calmly doing check-ups while Lee handed him medical kits and tried not to get mobbed by the more curious kids.
Drake wasn’t supposed to be here.
Sam got to her feet, brushing dust off her jeans. He hadn’t been at the man
