“What are we even doing here?” Samantha muttered, casting a wary glance at the narrow street as the taxi slowed to a stop. The place was buzzing—kids chasing each other barefoot, sari-sari stores spilling over with people, clotheslines swaying with half-dry laundry. Definitely not the kind of neighborhood she imagined she'd end up in after class.
She looked over at Nancy, who was staring out the window like she hadn’t heard the question at all. But Samantha knew she had.
Just hours ago, she was walking out of the university gates, ready to call it a day, when she spotted Nancy waiting on the other side of the street like a ghost from a memory. And not the good kind.
“I’m not here to fight,” Nancy had said as soon as she approached, eyes pleading but guarded. “I just... need you to come
