It was the start of another week, and as usual, Ella had to come to school separately from Anthony. He let her get off at their usual street and then he went ahead in his motorcycle. As for her, she walked the remaining blocks up to their campus. Anthony would be in his seat by then.
They spent a quiet Sunday yesterday, and as she promised, she cooked him chicken adobo for dinner this time. Next week, she planned to clean the whole house, and if he would allow her, do his laundry. It was time for her to start repaying his kindness, because while she still didn’t understand why he was helping her, she knew she had to be grateful.
When she got home that Saturday after her impromptu visit to her psychiatrist (who prescribed her some pills for a better sleep), Anthony did not ask her any qu
