“You don’t seem to be in the mood,” Jeffrey remarked, holding his tumbler while his son sat down beside me.
“I’m fine!” I replied quickly.
“Aira, you’re like family to me. In the short time we’ve known and worked together, I’ve gotten to know you well enough.”
“Jeffrey, it’s just that…”
“Is this about Mr. Ethan Gomez?”
I nearly fell off my seat upon hearing his observation. Does he know something? What could he possibly know about Ninong and me?
“The way you look at him… I can tell there’s something there. It goes far beyond seeing him as a second father.”
I looked down at my hands. Am I that obvious already?
“And I wouldn’t be surprised, since you two aren’t even related by blood. But Aira…” he said, looking me straight in the eyes, “When you know deep down that you stand no chanc
