Victor's bamboo hut that night was quieter than usual. The night breeze carried the sound of the leaves as if listening to the conversation that was taking place.
Lita sat with a wary look on her face. Victor leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
"So," Victor said, opening his voice, "you don't like Adora and Eric."
Lita glanced at him, then snorted. "Not everyone can pretend to be happy like you, Vic."
Victor chuckled. "Who said I was happy?"
Lita raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Victor looked down for a moment, then lifted his face with an honest expression. "I'm not comfortable with Eric either. From the beginning, he always wanted to control everything but didn't want to take responsibility if something went wrong. Likes to slip in disparaging remarks th
