PHILIP POV
"Are you sure you are seeing me?" Maria repeated, her tone tantalizing with a plethora of doubt and longing, as if she sought to assure herself that somehow, this just might be registering in my brain. I let my words fall through the space between us: "I do see you, Maria.".
She had just stepped out of the shade, every movement considering and measured by the inner deliberation of each step, into the living room where I sat with my deep-turned thoughts. Little did I realize, she was brewing up a storm in her mind.
Her gaze went around the room in search, seeking something or some person, though her eyes told a different story of much turmoil hidden beneath her calm exterior.
"Hey Maria, what is it?" I asked, curiosity having gotten the better of me, for in the depths of her
