Ang ulan ay tila walang balak tumigil, bumubuhos ito nang napakalakas na parang nakikiramay sa gulo ng isipan ni Russo. The sky was pitch black, and the narrow street leading to Kaylyn’s house was muddy and dim. Russo didn't care. He parked his luxury car haphazardly, ignoring the stares of the few neighbors peering through their windows. He stepped out without an umbrella, his white polo shirt instantly clinging to his skin, soaking wet.
He reached the wooden door and started pounding on it. "Kaylyn! Kaylyn, please! Open the door!"
Sa loob, sinusubukan lang ni Kaylyn na magpahinga matapos ang araw nila ni Ubeth. Halos tumigil ang t***k ng puso niya nang marinig ang boses na iyon—ang boses na pilit niyang binubura sa kanyang alaala.
"Ate, si Sir Russo ba 'yan?" tanong ni Geneva, nanging
